“I don’t have to know you. You’re my mate. I trust the fates.” “We haven’t completed the bond,” I countered. “You haven’t rejected it either,” he said, though the inflection in his voice made it sound almost like a question. “Unless . . .” “No, I’m not going to. I want this. Us,” I murmured, feeling heat rush through my body at the thought of being with him. Of having a person that was completely and wholly mine, and would never leave or abandon me. Who would fight for and with me.
