| Victoria |
I latched onto Preston's arms. “I-”
“Of course,” he cut me off. I hated seeing him pull away from me- like this last week had meant nothing. “I should have realised you had a back up plan. Is that why you shortened the time to a week?”
“No. I told them I wouldn’t take a chosen. It’s you or nothing.” Goddess damnit. Why did this look so bad?
“Yeah, right.”
He refused to look at me, although I kept moving into his line of sight. “Preston. Please… I don’t know what to do to convince you. Tell me and I’ll do it.”
His face fell. The change from anger to resolute despair shook me, and my beast to our soul.
Without another word, he turned and strode away. The sound of torn clothing followed as he left through the packhouse gardens.
The entire back deck sat in a stunned silen
