"She asked me, and I said yes," Mari replies with a shake of her head. "I should have said no. I should have trusted your khui to pull you through—" I reach out and take my mate in my arms, ignoring her flinch. "My khui knows you have my heart." "Mine doesn't," she whispers. "Then we will convince them ourselves. If they sang for us once, they will sing for us again."
T'chai hasn't given up hope...poor Mari sounds lost
