Sorrow. Heartbreak. That’s what marred the regent’s sharp eyes as they snapped to hers. And when they traveled to Merrick… “I will not change my mind.” Lessia spun around, praying that Rioner’s gaze would follow her, not the telling sign of Loche’s grief as he beheld her mate. “He rejected me. He can feel the same—worse—for all I care.”
😭😭😭😫😫😫😫😫💔💔💔💔 IT WASNT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LIKE THIS
