Kalan stared after Mystic as she walked away from him without a backward glance. He clenched his jaw and continued to walk to his room. You would swear he didn’t mean anything to her, the way she just walked away from him.
And what if you did mean something to her? What then? he asked himself as he walked through the sitting area to his bedroom.
Fuck.
He didn’t know. He just wanted...Kalan shook his head, because it didn't f*****g matter what he wanted.
He knew he couldn’t be with her. He had to marry Aria to keep his people happy.
Kalan sighed. He walked to the bathroom, pulling off his clothes as he went. He opened the taps in the shower and waited for the water to be warm enough. He unwound his hair from the bun and let it cascade down his shoulders. He stepped into the showe
