“Who is Moros?” “He’s the one I was betrothed to. The one my step-grandmother sold me off to.” He made a growling sound in his throat, wrapping me in his embrace. “You’re mated?” “Mated?” Acids shot to my throat at the thought of being a mate to Moros. “No. I ran away. Into the woods. But Moros, he has mines in Lyveria, and he claimed to have come upon a chasm filled with white stones.”
… to you no doubt lmao
