Harley’s P.O.V.

The question hung in the air, awkward and heavy. The smile slipped from my lips instantly.

Why did it even matter?

Why did he need to know that? He was just a vendor, a stranger selling jewelry pieces in the market.

But the expectant look on his face made my throat tighten. Carlos’s voice cut through the tension, low and clipped.

“We are a couple. Just sell your necklaces.”

The vendor’s expressions shifted instantly from polite to solemn. He shook his head.

“It’s not like that, Sir. These are the sacred tokens, only for those chosen by the goddess Sanguis.

I can’t sell them until the bond is...