Dark eyes glitter in the shadows. “Stay,” he says again, making the offer they’ve been hinting at all evening. “Be our mate. Bond with us.” “Please,” Asher adds, so quiet I know the word is just for me. Bast continues stroking my hair, his blue eyes burning with entreaty. “We can do it any way you want,” he says, speaking in a rush. “Big bonding ceremony. Privately, in your nest. Here and now. Next year. We’ll do whatever feels right to you. Because you’re what feels right to us. We don’t make sense without you. We never did. So…” He blows out a deep breath. “So stay,” he begs.
