WINTER

A week passed and in that time Valtor was rarely at the castle. Which was a blessing because whenever he was away, the pull I felt toward him dulled and at least it didn’t torment me so much. I had abandoned whatever hope I might have carried for this bond after Loran’s explanation that day.

I remember Loran also said Valtor already had a mate, and a Rogue who had once claimed a mate would never take another.

“If you’re bored here you can always wander around, just make sure ...