Pecan
I couldn't tear my eyes away.
The queen clung to him like he was her entire world, her face buried in his chest. Paul whispered something to her that I couldn't hear over the pounding of my own heart. She tilted her head up, tears streaking her face, and kissed him, a kiss filled with relief and gratitude.
I couldn't look anymore. I tried to turn my head, to focus on anything else, but the bear's claws tightened around me, reminding me I had no escape. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks as I watched them, my body trembling with fear and... something else I didn't want to name.
I was still in danger, still dangling helplessly in the claws of this monstrous bear, but all I could think about was the way Paul had chosen her.
Not me.
I bit down on my lip, hard enough to taste blood, and tried to silence the sob rising in my throat. The queen was his wife, his Luna. Of course, he chose her. What had I expected?
