“I do not desire anyone else,” he said, finally lifting his eyes to mine. “But I fear we might not have a choice in the matter. When the day comes… we must do what is expected.” “You’re wrong,” I snapped, unable to conceal the hurt that had taken residence in my entire being. Hurt he caused with one, agonizing sentence. “There is always a choice, Eryx. Always. You just refuse to choose me.”
