Ravina tried to remember what Ares had told her about him dying. Now that she recalled, he never told her how.
"You don't know?" Malachi frowned.
"No. He never told me how. He just told me he was dying."
"And you believed him?"
She shrugged. "I had no reason to. We were getting married and I would find out anyway."
"You were getting married to him despite that knowledge?" He was baffled.
"Yes."
"Why?!"
She took a deep breath. "I didn't have many choices."
"A dying man is no choice," Frustration began to show in his voice.
He couldn't understand this. He didn't know what it was like for human females.
"Then I would have to marry someone I have nothing in common with and who wouldn't let me do what I want and only use me to reproduce and be by his side like a trophy."
The anger slowly left his eyes and he sat down with a sigh. "I understand." He nodded.
