Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

“They say she’s your mate.” It’s like the forest hears the words. Like it understands them. For a brief second every critter, every leaf, every drop of water stills, as if waiting for Koen’s reaction.

the kitchen. “It’s a Human thing,” Colin explains to every newcomer. “They have cloacas.”

I observe him for a while, wondering whether it’s normal, feeling—feeling so much about a single person. Surely, it’s unfair. Surely, a love this deep should be reserved for the universe as a whole. But what if, to me, he’s the linchpin? What if he’s the stitch that keeps it all together?