"I won't forget about you. That's just impossible," Rock affirmed. "Ah-Rong, I… I know it's difficult to control ourselves, especially after knowing that we are fated. But I don't want to make you a fugitive like me."
"Then, at least give me a time limit. How long do I have to wait until you take me out of this castle?"
"Give me a month," Rock answered impulsively. Truthfully, he didn't have a plan yet, but his fated mate kept pressuring him, so he felt obligated to give her an answer to prove himself as a responsible mate. "I will find a way out of this situation in a month. I probably will bring you somewhere far, but I promise that you will be well protected and well fed."
"But… I don't know if I can provide you with these…" Rock said as his eyes observed around the room. "I can't give you this luxury for now, but I promise to give us a good den until I can make a better home for us."
