The Heir Apparent's Rejected Mate (Five Packs, #2)

by Cate C. Wells

My people are creating a diversion so I can get away. My family. My folk. My stomped and squashed heart flops once with a faint sign of life.

“You don’t know how to go about doing it, but you insist I could if I just tried.” She clicks her cheek. “That’s called gaslighting.”

Before I drift off, I hear a pup say through the thin trailer wall, “Why does it smell like wood?” “That’s Cadoc Collins,” Rosie murmurs in reply. “He smells nice.” “So does cyanide,” she says.

“You tell Cadoc—if you can understand me at all—you tell him to leave me alone. We’re done. It’s finished.”

Rosie isn’t the scavenger who is my mate, the female who I can’t claim—she’s air. And I thought I could hold my breath forever?