She sobs and this time I don't stop myself from moving toward her. I kneel in front of her and take her hands in mine. The feeling of tingles where our skin touches has us both gasping. I take it as a win when she doesn't pull her hands from mine. I start to rub circles on the back of her hands with my thumb and say a silent prayer that she'll open up to me. After what feels like a lifetime, her eyes meet mine again.
Tabitha POV
"My father isn't a kind man. In fact, he is down right mean. Not only to me but to my mother. They were fated, but she was a servant in our tribe when they met. His father insisted he accept her, so the goddess would bless him with a strong heir. After my grandfather threatened to pass his title to a trusted warrior, my father gave in to his demands and accepted
