“Are you in love with him?” I asked. “What?” “Are you marrying him because you’re in love with him, or are you settling?” “Oh, fuck off, Cameron.” “Are you in love with him?” I shouted, emotion out, ruling me harder than any storm Samkiel could conjure. My heart broke when he didn’t answer. He stared at me. Please, my heart begged, it cried, it screamed. Please don’t be in love with him. Please. “It doesn’t matter.” He dropped his gaze from mine.
