I looked at the limestone beneath my feet, then back at him. I didn't want him just as another pair of arms to hold me at night—not yet, and certainly not while Damar's side of the furs still had his scent lingering on it.
Having him by my side, even when the one-week promise was over, felt like a betrayal.
Damar didn't want to see Thalor taking a spot, and though it would happen eventually, I should not rush into it.
"I have a lot to accomplish," I continued, my voice gaining strength. "And instead of just trying to be one of my mates, waiting for a moment of my attention..."
I reached out, extending my hand toward him—not as a lover, but as a Queen offering a place in her 'revolutionary' alms.
