By the time Arsen and Ada walked back into the room, Damien was standing by the window contemplating if leaving all this behind, going away to live in the woods with his father wasn't such a bad idea. Ada sat as far away from him as possible and took an analyzing look at his eyes. “The concoction dosage was appropriate, I hope,” she said. “Sufficient enough,” his voice was business-like. “What is the deal you would like to discuss?” “As I said I cannot indulge in the relationship traditionally created by the mate bond, instead I would like us to reject each other at the time and place of my indication, and in exchange, I offer financial compensation, a trading agreement between our clans or real estate.” Ada kept looking between Damien and Arsen as she would in a business meeting with almost equal stakeholders. In this case, looking at Arsen was an escape from looking at Damien’s cold eyes peering into her. The silence that followed lasted onl
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