“Ellia, you’re marrying him?” He appeared suddenly, startling me as I walked alone after splitting up with Stran to shop separately.
His clothes were disheveled, his eyes rimmed red. The elegant, composed Griffith I once knew was gone.
“Who?”
“That red–haired brat. I saw him buying wedding rings with you. Isn’t he your fated mate? The one the Moon Goddess assigned to you?” His voice bristled with accusation, as if I were the one who had wronged him.
I had no words for him. For one, Stran and I shared nothing of that nature. And even if we did, what right did Griffith have to question me?
I turned to leave, but Griffith blocked my way. Then, to my astonishment, he dropped to his knees.
“Ellia, please. Don’t go. I don’t care that you’ve been with him. You had your affair, I had mine–now we’re even.” His voice was desperate, trembling. “You see, now that you’ve felt it, you must understand–no one can resist the pull of a fated bond. You know why I made that mistake, don’t you? Can’t you forgive me?”
“No one will ever love you more than I do,” he pleaded. “Please, come back to
me.”
