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~Cana’s POV:

“Alright, now I know I agreed to go along with you, but first, we have to lay down some ground rules,”

Pulling out a white piece of paper and grabbing a pen, I took a seat opposite Zane and placed the writing materials on the coffee table in between us.

“Ground rules?” He arched his brows and stared at me like I had just said something he never expected to hear from me. “Like what?”

“Firstly,” I picked up the pen as I began. “I shall not be forced to do, say, or wear things I am not comfortable with, nor want to do.”

After scribbling that down, I paused and glanced in his direction. He nodded once, indicating that he was listening and agreed to my first set of rules.

“Secondly,” I resumed writing. “We are not, in any way, shape or form, mates. You’re still betroth, which means whatever it is we have, is just an arrangement. Is that clear?”

Zane’s eyes flickered with uncertainty, but he nodded once.

“Good. Next, I want a room, preferably the one farthest away from yours