Corvine looked at Liah with warmth in his eyes, his gaze softening as it traced the worried lines on her face. "I know that you care for me." He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. "But if I don't do it, how else will I have you?"
Liah shook her head, her jaw set with determination. "I already told you before, and I will say it again." Her voice was fierce, almost defiant. "I can leave for France and never come back. We can get married there." She stepped closer, her eyes searching his.
"Besides, I'm already a member of the Grimroot pack. You really don't have to do this. We can just leave. Right now."
Corvine could not resist anymore. His resolve crumbled like sand, and he pulled her into his arms, her warmth seeping into him. His fingers settled under her chin, lifting it gently, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You've forgotten another important part." His voice was soft but serious.
