Rejecting Them

I wait, but Darius doesn't speak.

"Darius, this is highly inappropriate. Your future wife is through that door in her wedding dress."

"Can we talk?" He looks at me.

"Now isn't the time."

"Then when is?"

"That depends on what you want to speak about."

He sighs and steps closer, my hand raising. "No, don't come any closer. Actually, I think we need to try the whole rejecting thing again."

"Why are you so obsessed with rejecting me?"

"Why are you so obsessed with ignoring you're my mate and focusing on marrying Lyra?"

His mouth closes. "Exactly, so I want to try again, and this time, Hades says it as well." His body stills, and he swallows hard. "Yes, I know, so this time it will work."

"I'm busy." He turns and walks out. Moving, I lift the dress and follow him. He's not refused once until now. William stares at me and smiles.

"He went that way," he points out, looking rather happy that I'm chasing Darius down. I go in the direction he said, and he follows at a distance. I stop at Darius