Arguments die in my throat.
Werewolves and dragons are real, why can’t soulmates exist as well.
Oryn’s touch against my cheek is turning my head to mush, worse it’s making forget that whole spiel about responsibilities. He can’t—he shouldn’t—abandon his entire family. Especially not for me.
Not when I’m already engaged to another.
“Those three months you can’t remember, you spent them with me.” He must see something in my eyes because he’s quick to turn to a bargaining tone. “Back then you chased freedom you didn’t let anyone tell you what to do. Including your father.”
I can’t remember being that type of girl. I’ve always done what was asked of me, I’ve always followed through with my responsibilities. “Things change…”
“What changed?” He asks me his voice pl
