"Zenith, why is it so hard for you to understand how much I care for you?" Aurel was desperate. For almost a decade, she helped him with this, but not even once Zenith glanced her way willingly.
"If you really care about me, tell me what the concoction is made of." This was the second time Zenith repeated the same thing and Aurel should have known better not to push her luck too far, yet the healer was too emotional.
"No. You will stop looking for me if I do." Aurel then shook her head. "I will let you know with one condition. If you stop this ceremony and this union, I will tell you about it."
Zenith was not willing to spend another second breathing the same air as her. He was done. Nobody could stop him from having Dawn. He couldn't care less about the whole ceremony, but Dawn would be his.
The guards then grabbed Aurel by arms to escort her out of the room, but the healer snapped at them.
