Swiftcurrent Creek where'd you learn to shoot your gun so straight

She remembered his confession to her all those months ago, when she'd questioned his relationship with the January dove. She remembered the discomfort in the pit of her belly when she asked, the unmistakable glint in the amber of his gaze. She remembered that Constantine had loved Aria.

And yet, after all they'd been through over the past year, he'd never once breathed those words for Durnehviir.

Her jaw clenched as her mate announced that he did not trust her, and immediately tears pricked the corners of each eye. The dragoness heald her breath, her muscles slackening beneath the weight of her turmoil, and she felt as though her chest was being constricted. "You love her," she exhaled, loud enough for him to hear as he turned his back on her. She'd known all along that he loved Aria, whether she returned those feelings or not.

"But you have never said that you love me."