“Alright, I got your approval, it’s time to get the crowd’s...I believe a heart down there is dying to stop this.” Elder Jacob walked around them and towards the edge of the podium, clearly projecting his voice. “Before we begin, is there anyone who is against this uncultured mating?”

Zique’s eyes toured the crowd for a hand of disproval. Deep inside, he really wish there was one, but his heart sank when nobody stepped forward.

The elder cleared his throat. “Alright then, the ceremony shall now beg—”

“Me! I-I’m against it!”

The sound of the voice was familiar and it came from a person Zique least expected it from. “Damion?”

Damion stepped out of the crowd, a glint of determination in his hazel eyes. “This mating can’t take place no matter what.”

“Damion wh—?”

Zique didn’t get to finish his statement, for Shontelle interrupted him. “Damion...I told you not to do this, I told you tha—”

“You expect me to just sit back and watch as my life crumble apart right in front of me? I’ve b