“You came,” she whispered, her hand cupping my cheek. Of course I had. “You called,” I responded, placing my hand over hers and feeling her warmth returning. Somehow, through the bond, she’d called for me. Through our bond. The bond I’d been putting off completing. I shut my eyes, dropping my forehead to hers. “My mate.” She sucked in a breath. “Yes. I am, aren’t I?” I nodded. “You are.”
