"You're going to marry her."

My words were flat, the tone dead.

The tension in Cane's shoulders told me everything. No matter how he felt about me, he still planned to make her his Consort. He couldn't care about me. If he did, he would do something…anything to make this right.

Wouldn't he?

Or was he so torn by his duty he'd press forward at his own detriment to try to keep his Pack together?

The second one seemed more like him.

Straightening my ...