Math smiled a rueful grin at her. “I knew you’d understand.”
“It’s simply obvious.”
“I wish this had worked out for us.”
“Yeah,” Bethany said. “Me, too.”
“You should go, while you still can.”
“Right, before you turn all scaly or something.”
His smile still looked sad, and he blinked slowly. “Something like that.”
Bethany let herself out of the suite, glancing back once to see Math standing in the center of the room, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hands shoved into his pockets, staring at his shoes.
He looked forlorn and lost.
But Bethany didn’t want to get married—actually, a magical mating bond that was far beyond marriage—at the age of twenty-two.
It wasn’t Math’s fault, and it wasn’t hers, either.
No one gets married after knowing each other only a few weeks and just one date.
That sounded like a terrible idea.