My Mate's Regretful Choice
I didn’t know how to answer.
That night, fully recovered, Ariel came to my room.
Around her neck hung a moonstone amulet that I recognized immediately.
I had carved and crafted it myself, stroke by stroke, praying that Ian would return safely from every battle. Yet, he had given it to her.
Noticing my gaze, Ariel raised her eyebrows triumphantly.
“Wow, Rachel. You didn’t even die after falling off a cliff. You and that little b*st*rd in your belly are really lucky.”