Consequences and traditions be damned. She's mine. Our ravens still haven't met, but in my heart, I already know she's meant to be mine. Stubbornly, she refuses to let that happen. She claims it won't matter anyway because our families would never allow it. We come from separate classes, but this is the twenty-first century, and I don't care. The road won't be easy, but if she is truly my one true mate, nothing will stop me from claiming her.