Redhawk Caldera maybe you're just an asshole that couldn't sweet talk the princess

yes, she wanted to promise. no, she wanted to say. she met his golden eyes with a steady look of her own and felt the raw blood of hurt boiling in her veins. and alongside it, alongside it was the sweet ivoried glow of love, love all for him, an adoration that beat for reyes as long as she breathed.
it was hard to watch reyes look at sorana with the sheer love that not even the little pup's own mother had managed to muster.
a lie would be easier. a lie would be like a millstone around her own throat, dragging her down forever into dark waters.
"we make it work," teya said finally, and her lips lifted into a thin, quick something that wished to be a smile. 
on a whim she reached out to her mate, wondering if contact between them might remind her brain of their connection.