Elena didn't even know what to say. Everything was too much, too fast. What did he mean by she'd hate him? How dangerous could it really be to be fated to the King? And what kind of danger was he talking about?
She looked into his eyes. He looked like he was begging her not to push the conversation further. With a quiet sigh, she turned and walked to the window, her thoughts spinning. None of this made sense. Why would a man buy a woman, claim it was just a contract marriage, when they were truly fated mates?
Wasn't that the worst kind of…manipulation? Why go to such an extent? And he did all these simply because he needed something from her. Something he's refusing to tell her, expecting her to just understand and forget about it.
