Tempest's Decision

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CHAPTER 382

~Ares' POV~

I smirked. "You need therapy, Damon."

"That too," Damon chuckled, walking toward the minibar.

Crystal remained silent, her mind clearly still tangled in a web of uncertainty concerning all this mate bond stuff. 

I watched her for a moment before finally saying, "You don't have to want the mate bond, Crystal. But you owe it to yourself to see what it could be before you run from it."

She exhaled slowly, nodding once. "Yeah. Maybe."

But I knew that 'maybe' wasn't a real answer. And I had a feeling Ryland wasn't going to wait forever.

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~Tempest's POV~

The apartment was silent except for the occasional crackling of the candle burning on the table. I sat curled up on the couch, hugging my knees to my chest, my face buried in them as silent tears slid down my cheeks.