The Mate He Rejected
Elder Foster Harold Muireadhaigh, a highly respected neutral leader from the eastern mountains, stepped out from the crowd, his bushy eyebrows raised to his hairline.
"Luna?" Caomh choked out, his face pale and twisted in pain as he struggled uselessly against Cullen's iron grip. "She's... she's broken. I rejected her. She has nothing."
"She was entirely wasted on a coward," Cullen stated plainly.
With a flick of his wrist, Cullen shoved Caomh backward. Caomh stumbled hard, his dress shoes slipping on the slick marble. He crashed into a catering table, sending a silver platter of fruit clattering to the floor. Dreda shrieked, rushing to his side to help him stand, her face a mask of utter mo