I stared at him silently, and he smiled and walked away, not before winking at me. I let out a shaky breath, before going into the washroom without sparing him a glance. I knew he was only messing with me.
As I stood under the shower, running my hands over my waist to clean myself, I remembered the realistic visual I had had when walking down the aisle. I bit my lip, putting my face under the warm water. I wanted the image to be wiped clean from my mind, as it was not doing my body, or my heart, any good.
"Focus, Imara," I whispered, opening my eyes again. "This isn't about you. This isn't about finding love." This is about your family. You need to find your pack, and go back with them. You cannot develop feelings for a man who kidnapped you. It's because of him that you're not with th
