"Just as how much as you love that red-haired woman, I, too, am willing to turn my back against the goddess' hands."
When those words registered in Azer's head, he sprung up and almost threw himself to Dionne. Veins popped in his neck, and his eyes darkened. The anger was visible in his eyes, and his face changed.
Azer clenched his fists. His anger wouldn't have subsided if the figurine he held in hand hadn't cracked slightly. He placed it above the table, and then he paced back and forth, weighing what words he should say. At the back of his head, Dayne was surprisingly quiet.
Azer wondered why he was upset. Isn't the situation favorable to him? He doesn't need to think about the consequences of rejecting her; she was the one who suggested the mate rejection. She'll be the one who suffers.
