“Do you…regret it now?” he asked roughly, pain shadowing his eyes. “No,” I said without hesitation. “Because it’s you. I trust you. I meant that. I will never regret being your mate.” “Unless I tell you to jump off a cliff,” he said humorlessly. As soon as it was out of his mouth, he sprang between me and the door as if he might have triggered me to do so. “Nothing,” I told him. “I think it only works when you mean it.”
