Clasping his hand with my own, I hold it against my cheek. “Come to the ball, Kel.” “No one wants me there.” “I do.” I stare into his eyes, willing him to believe it. “Isn’t that enough?” “It is enough.” He drops his head against mine in a sort of surrender. His lips brush my ear as he whispers, “I will go to your ball, Rose. But I will not find my mate there.”
