Zayn's POV
The full moon hung alone in the dark night, without a single star in sight.
I pulled my hand away from Sylvie's embrace, turned over, and got out of bed.
"What are you going to do?" Maximus asked.
I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. The face looking back at me seemed unfamiliar, wearing an expression of confusion I had never seen before.
Novacure Biologics had successfully saved Elijah. According to my agreement with Alexander Rothschild, I was to marry Sylvie.
I had originally thought this was a reasonable business alliance—but that was before Penelope...
The mate bond was so powerful I couldn't resist it. Every little thing Penelope did drew my attention. Even lying beside Sylvie, my mind was filled with Penelope's scent, as if I could still recall its sweetness lingering in my nostrils. How was I supposed to give up my mate now and go through with this engagement to Sylvie?
"I want her," Maximus said.
So do I.
But...
