Shadowed Match
Thorne's voice trailed off, getting quieter.
I let out a sigh, keeping my voice polite but distant.
"Thorne Ashenclaw, didn't you say you didn't want a mate? I respected that. Shouldn't you be happy?"
He should have been.
Why did he seem so upset, like he was about to lose something really important?
Thorne bit his lip hard, and after a long pause, he finally whispered, "Lucian isn't right for you, princess. Please think it over."
I shook my head. "If I've chosen him, then he's worth it."