She blinked. “I cannot believe you would attempt to--”
“Do what, exactly? End a physical relationship that had no connection?”
“Maybe not for you.”
She ran her fingers over the wood trim along the doorway, before looking at him again. “Maybe you're lying to yourself to stay with me.”
“Maybe you just refuse to connect with anyone.”
He shrugged. “It doesn't matter either way, because you won't grace my bed again.”
She shook her head, the emotional expression shifting to anger. “You don't want to go down this trench with me, Stron.”
He wasn’t intimidated by it. “And what trench is it? You're merely looking desperate now. And we both know that's not a good look, not on a Gol-Vett.”
She snarled at him, her armor extending from her brow. “Don't you dare--”
“Goodbye, Patrie,” he said as he started escorting her to the carved wooden door. “Find your mate on the path of the best vein.”
“You've met someone, haven't you?” She asked at the door.
“If that was the case, you would not be here.”
She snarled. “You had better hope I don't meet her.”
“Is that a threat, Patrie?” he asked. “Because you know how I feel about threats.”
He exhaled, and his armor came out, running down his arms like lattice, ready to take out anyone who dared attack his potential.
Even if she didn't exist.
“I am the daughter of--”
Stron cut her off. “And I'm the son of a name too. Now get going. I'll have anything you left here delivered.”
She opened her mouth to object, but he shoved her out of the residence and onto the sidewalk of Carvonday, the province he lived in.
He sighed and rested his head on the door after she left.
Ending relationships was never fun.
But it had to be done.
She was getting clingy and boring anyway.
His alarm began to ring.
Time to head to the exercise gym.
Stron spun his large, two-bladed staff, the ju-nak, around as he met Khalzin in the center of the exercise floor, ready to fight.
He was ready to work off any lingering frustrations from Patrie. He had some, not a lot, but he hated when they became so attached.
Kantenan bonding connected two almost immediately. If they were meant mate, there would be no question about their connection.
Patrie and he had not felt that bond.
He would have thought she would understand that from the beginning. But she, like others, tended to want to hold onto something that didn’t exist.
