This took me by surprise. Fated mates are rare. And you’re younger than me. I didn’t know if it was real.” “Or,” she says, holding my gaze, “you didn’t want it to be me. You didn’t want me to be your fated mate.” Shame floods through my body and that hook in my stomach aches. “I didn’t know you then,” I whisper. “You still don’t know me now.” She leans forward on the bed. “You never even told me your name.” “Azlan,” I tell her. “My name is Azlan.”
