Redsand Canyon There's nothing left for us to do

The instant he implied he and Meadow weren’t broken up, Fennec gave him a look that was both skeptical and amused. Reyson reminded her of Germanicus in a lot of ways, but he was not a decisive man. They had spoken about that in the past; Reyson was a soldier, bred to take orders and not question. Fennec had a hard time imagining it.

Fortunately for him, Fennec didn’t give a shit about orders. You owe her a decision. She stated, more as an addition than an argument. He probably owed an apology too; she’d be pissed as shit if she had a romantic interest who waffled this badly. Actually - she had been pissed as shit.

Are you really willing to give up if she doesn’t say yes? Because if I were her, and you were making me choose for you, I’d dump your ass and find someone who would pick me without hesitating. Reyson and she had had blunt conversations before, so she wasn’t going to put on any airs. She wasn’t saying this as his Imperatrix; she was saying it as someone who, in her own way, cared.