Suvi’s POVWe arrive at the pack house. Josh is carrying Myla. I instantly see the gap between Josh and me. I knew it was there, the gap. He’s rich; I’m not. He’s famous; I’m nobody. But KNOWING there’s a gap and SEEING it are two entirely different things.The pack house is beautiful. Swanky. High end everything. All gleaming marble and shiny finishings. Plus it’s huge. It takes us a few minutes just to cross the foyer!It even smells good. Like lavender.It’s a far cry from my crappy apartment in the slums. I suddenly feel very self-conscious. Josh leads me down the hall into a private room.“It’s a guest room,” he explains, placing Myla gently on the four poster bed.A guest room? It’s the size of our entire kitchen/living room area.This is Josh’s world. I see it clearly now.And his world is SO far from mine. He tucks Myla into the covers, covers that probably cost more than I make in a week. I’m clutching her suitcase, unsure of what to do with it. It doesn’t belong in here, he

Suvi’s POVI’m torn.It’s an amazing offer, marrying Josh. And I know that being his mate would come with so many advantages. Money. Security. Status. I wouldn’t have to worry any more about all the things I worry about every day. Having enough food. Affording new clothes. Paying the electricity bill…And Myla?She’d have a beautiful house. Good, healthy food. The best doctors. I’d never have to worry about Myla getting sick and having the proper care. Plus, Myla would be exposed to educated people. Successful people. Life in the slums is tough sometimes. There’s not a lot of opportunity. Most of the kids just finish school and then get jobs. They don’t go to University. If I married Josh, Myla would have the opportunity to go to University, or get other training, if that’s what she chose. Top notch training. Myla could be anything she wanted to be. She’d have options. Right now, her options are limited. I can’t afford anything besides her basic needs. Food. Clothes. Housing. That’s

Josh’s POVI can tell she’s been through something. You know? Like something really bad. But I won’t ask her. I don’t want to push her. I’m afraid it might be too painful, too difficult for her to talk about now. And I don’t think she fully trusts me yet. So I’ll be patient and wait until she’s ready to talk.Suvi turns her eyes back to Myla. She’s so beautiful. My breath hitches in my throat. Silky, soft hair. Tiny freckles along the bridge of her nose. But she’s mature. Not like the other girls I know. There’s something about her eyes, about the way she looks at me. She has depth. She sighs deeply. I watch her chest rise and fall. Her body is stunning. Pretty perfect if you ask me. My eyes wander back to her lips. Her sweet, wet lips.I feel a tug in my stomach. I know it’s the last thing I should be thinking about right now, but damn, I want to kiss her.“Don’t take it too personally, please,” she says, looking back at me. “I just…I need time, Josh. Time to think.”I nod. In this m