*Saoirse*
I continued to stand there, staring at Rhys. I was unsure what to say. My feet shifted.
I fumbled momentarily, trying to think of what to say next.
As if the moment couldn’t be even more embarrassing, I felt the flush return to my cheeks.
“I apologize,” Rhys said, putting his hands up in surrender. “That is none of my business. Forgive my rudeness.”
My mind seemed to thaw at last. “It’s a contract marriage arranged by my parents.”
I wasn’t sure why I had to make that known, but it felt horrible to have Rhys think I would actually choose Conall as my husband. Maybe if I had a better option…
Rhys nodded his understanding, but I still felt the need to keep explaining.
“I am the daughter of an Alpha, not to mention the only child and heir of my father’s lineage. And he has no sons so…”
“Hmm.” Rhys stared at me contemplatively. “You don’t seem the type to go along with an arranged marriage.”
“What does that mean?” I asked.
