"Don't come back, Rhyn," she said softly. "Please."
"You said you're giving Kris two months. How about me?"
"How about you what?"
"If, at the end of those two months, I haven't fixed things, you'll go back to your world. If I make things right, you'll stay. With me," he said in a hushed tone. "As my mate."
She was quiet briefly, considering, before she said, "Fine. Sixty days."
Emotions spiraled through him. He wasn't sure what he felt, but it wasn't gratitude. If anything, he was stunned she agreed so quickly. It meant she didn't believe him.
She walked away. He watched, sorrow and then fury filling him.
He'd never had anything worth fighting for until now. He'd spend the rest of his existence in Hell before he'd let her go without a fight.