I never wanted her. The quiet one. The scholar. The girl with dirt under her nails and her head lost in ancient ruins. She’s fragile, inexperienced—utterly unfit for a man like me.
For the world I come from. And yet, in two weeks, she’ll be my wife. Chosen by the organization. Approved by my father. A bond written in blood and legacy, not desire.
She flinches when I get too close. Trembles when I speak. Her jade-green eyes go wide with fear—and something else she tries to hide.
I should hate her for it. For making me feel things I swore I buried. For the way she gets under my skin without even trying. But I don’t hate her. I can’t.
And when she ran—when everything fell apart with one reckless move—I told myself to let her go. I lied.
Because now, I’ll tear the world apart to bring her back. And once I do… my little bunny won’t ever escape me again.
