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“The humans I know call it irreversible arranged marriage. It’ll start with a guy biting you.”
My eyebrows raised forward. “Irreversible arranged marriage? Andbitingme?”
“Yep.” Her smile faded, and her eyes closed for a long moment. “I’ve got to stop doing this. Only forty-four more to go.”
“Forty-four morewhat?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just… stay here. The wolves will find you soon,” she repeated, and then patted my knee lightly. “The shifters can’t hurt their women; it would kill them. You’ll be safe here.”
With that, she disappeared.
Literally, she justvanished.
“What the hell?” I turned around on the bench so I could see the view again, and my knee bumped something.
My phone.
I looked down at it, tense and nervous… but it had stopped vibrating.
My hands trembled a little as I picked it up and tapped the screen.
No service.
I could see Allen’s last few texts, but he couldn’t send anymore.
And he couldn’t track me, or find me.
Or hurt me.
Tears stung my eyes again, for an entirely different reason.
I stood up quickly, striding toward a massive cliff off to the side of my bench. My hair blew around my face, still slightly damp from the drizzle back on Earth, but I paid it no attention.
I wasfree.
And I was getting rid of that damn phone.
The toes of my black high-tops dug into the smooth stone as I reached the ledge.. There was probably an insane gleam in my eyes, but I didn’t care.
I’d embrace the hell out of the insanity if I had to.
I pulled my arm back, and without a moment of hesitation, launched my phone off the cliff.
Allen would never control me again.
No onewould ever control me again.
My gaze went back to the bench, my chest rising and falling quickly. Serae had told me to wait for the wolves there. I didn’t want to get tangled up in whatever weirdirreversible arranged marriagethey had, but wolves were dangerous. If I tried to run from them, they could probably track me, and it wasn’t like I could outrun them.
Vowing to myself that no matter what happened, I would never let a man treat me poorly again, I walked back to the bench.
And I waited.
The waiting went on for so long that the suns in the sky—yes, plural, I spotted three—went down, and two moons went up.
Two moons.
Three suns.
