Kintla Flatlands [m] so please don't take me for no fool

Kratos's silence is deafening, but the expression he wears is far worse. At the laugh, Zephyr feels his own heart drop into his stomach and shatter there, into a million tiny shards that seem to dig into his flesh and leave him painfully nauseous. Helplessness consumes him. I don't want him. I just wanted to... see what it was like, It doesn't sound good enough, even to him, but he has to try. I want you. I chose to be your mate. He'd thought that was good enough... but maybe not.