Jessamyn took a deep breath, forcing herself to meet the wolf's gaze. "He's not thinking the same as you, is he?" she let out a dry laugh.
The wolf remained silent, his eyes reflecting the moonlight with a mysterious depth.
Jessamyn's thoughts raced, trying to piece together the tangled emotions she felt. Jerrick had never shown any qualms about being with a woman he didn't love. But if he felt the same intense, confusing emotions she did, it was an entirely different matter. She understood him more than she wanted to admit.
Yeah… It is not under our control. He's probably bewildered by it just like I am.
"He could have taken just anyone as his bride…" she said, her voice trailing off as she tried to make sense of it.
