“About time,” Dyter said from the entrance with a chuckle, swinging the water skin as he shifted farther into the large cave. I glowered at him. “Time for what?” “That you acknowledge what’s between you.” My cheeks flushed. “What are you talking about?” Dyter lifted a brow. “Come on, Ryn. You’re his mate”—he pointed back and forth between the two of us—“and he’s yours.”
