“And if I don’t want to talk?” Cyrus asked. “You don’t have a choice,” I snarled. I was sick of this game. If he wouldn’t listen to me, then I’d be forced to make him hear me. Enough was enough. “I’m getting married, Cyrus,” I pleaded. “Please don’t do this.” “Oh, come on, Koraine! You don’t even want to marry him. I’ve seen the way he treats you. Your distaste for him. I’ve been the one there for you since you arrived.” “I have to marry him,” I defended. I wasn’t sure why I was explaining myself to Cyrus. I didn’t owe him anything.
