His lips were basically a hair's breadth away from mine now. If I even so much as breathed, they would touch. My limbs felt as though there was lead shoved into them, and I couldn't move them even an inch.
'Wake up, Briar!' Warning bells blared in my head. 'Soren and his brothers are married. Not only that, they have just married your sister's best friend. They hate you. They think you killed Willow, even though there's a lack of evidence.'
I had to repeat those words over and over again in my head like a mantra, in fear that I would do yet another thing that I would regret in the future. This wasn't a good idea― the Hadeon brothers were not a good idea.
They were married― and they weren't married to me, even though I was their fated mate. But nevertheless, they had already chosen their partner, and it wasn't me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice breathy. I didn't even dare to breathe. "This is wrong. I… Maybe you should leave."
"I don't want to," Soren said.
