understand our ways, yet. It’s going to be fine. You’ll see.”
“Sure.” She replied because he seemed to want a response. She
couldn’t see that anything would be fine.
He reached out and tilted her head up. A lazy, warm look came
over his handsome face. “May I kiss you, wife?”
That seemed to Meg to be the cruelest thing he could do. She
pushed away from him. “Don’t call me ‘wife.’ Call me your
bondmate or whatever, but I’m not your wife.”
His eyes flared at the challenge. “You damn well are, and you
better not forget it.” He took a deep breath and got back on the bike.
“Don’t try leaving, Meg. I’ll find you, and I won’t be happy when I
do.”
He patted Dante on the shoulder. The bike levitated roughly ten
feet off the ground, and they took off.
“Where the hell would I go?” Meg asked, to no one in particular.
She was alone in a world that was so foreign it was legendary on
her home plane. She was a city girl who didn’t know how to make
dinner that didn’t come neatly wrapped in plastic. She was, once
again, in love with a man who couldn’t love her back. Meg sank
down, put her head between her hands, and cried.
Cian dropped down behind her wordlessly. She wasn’t sure when
he had come out, but he’d probably heard everything. She didn’t fight
him when he gathered her into his arms and rocked her while she
sobbed.
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Sophie Oak
* * * *
An hour later, Meg had dried her tears and gotten dressed for the
day. Cian sat at the kitchen table watching her as Meg tried to figure
out how to cook the eggs she’d found when she’d bravely ventured