- Lucien Draven:
I didn't stop moving until I reached my room.
The door clicked shut behind me, sealing me away from the conversation I should have never overheard. My breaths came fast, uneven, and I pressed my back against the cold stone wall, staring blankly at the ceiling.
What had I just witnessed?
Ronan—Ronan—was considering this?
No. That didn't make sense. That couldn't make sense.
He hated me.
He had made that clear in every glance, every word, every goddamn threat.
So why was he suddenly open to this?
I ran a hand through my hair, pacing the length of my room. My thoughts tangled together knotted so tightly that I couldn't pick them apart.
Elara's words echoed in my mind, her talking about witches having more than one partner.
I had known that. I had known it was different for them. Witches were raised with the understanding that love could be shared and that devotion didn't have to be singular. And vampires…
My kind had always had more than one mate.
