Rhydor's POV
I stood in the center of the quiet, smoky courtyard, my mind spinning as I stared at the magnificent white creature resting on the grass.
Only one person calls me a jerk.
The familiar tone of her voice still echoed inside my head, instantly shattering the heavy wall of grief that had consumed my life for weeks.
"Pumpkin," I stammered out, my voice raspy and trembling as the word slipped past my lips.
The white creature lifted her sleek head, her sharp fox ears twitching as her ocean-blue eyes narrowed at me in pure irritation.
"Seriously, Rhydor?" Her voice rang clearly inside my mind, her tone thick with annoyance.
"All the other men in this world call their women sweet things like angel, my love, my honey, my star, or my beauty... and you decided to call me the one vegetable I hate the most?"
My legs finally remembered how to move. I pushed myself up off the dirt, walking toward her with slow, hesitant steps as a watery laugh escaped my throat.
