Part 2: Chapter 4

Dimitri

I had to get out of there before I did something I would have regretted. I was so close to kissing her, so close to doing something I shouldn’t have and by the look in her eyes, she would have allowed it.

The fact that she speaks my mother tongue and called me Mitya made me feel genuinely happy for once. My mate has a nickname for me, a nickname she had no idea held so much sway over me.

Being so close to my mate is doing strange things to me, it's forcing me to let my guard down and forget what I did to her. Even as the makeup covered her face, I could still make out the four deep scars running down her face. The contact lens matched her other green eye, but I could see the milky film of the damage I caused.

I don’t know why I gave her my number, or why I accepted her father’s invitation to this sham of a wedding. All I know is that I had to see Arya again, I had to smell her scent and feel that little sliver of happiness again.

Fuck knows I don’t deserve it.

The night I le