I didn’t want this. Pushing away again, I finally broke from his grasp. His face was a mix of surprise and disappointment. Frowning, he tried to take a step toward me again. “Don’t,” I whispered. “Koraine,” he tried. I shook my head, I didn’t want to hear it. My thoughts were mixed, and my confusion grew. I was betrothed to Bellamy. It could never work between Cyrus and I, even if I wanted it to.
