Rachel didn't walk away from Leon—she fled.
Her feet barely touched the stone path as she rushed out of sight, her pulse thundering loud enough that it drowned out the rustle of evening leaves. She didn't care where she was heading, didn't care if anyone saw her, didn't care that the sky was slowly dimming.
She just needed to get away.
Away from Leon's voice, his words, and the truth that she had been turning deaf ear to that had cut her deeper than any blade ever could.
Mia is my mate.
