“Regardless, of what we did, circumstances seemed to bring us back into one another’s presence.” Warren admitted, his gaze shifting toward her.
The expression on Kazmiyah’s mother’s face was stoic. She said nothing and continued to allow Warren to speak.
However, it was just as hard, it seemed, for Warren to say what he had to say next. “I was in a weak moment, Cres.” He muttered, looking away from his mate in shame. “It only happened once. I know that doesn’t atone for what I did, though.” He added. “Immediately, after that-I rejected her and left town.” He grabbed Crescenda’s hands. “I did not know that the pull was so strong. Cres.” He attempted to reassure. “I thought I was stronger than that.” He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment.
“Why didn’t you just leave?”
