This Drae was my mate. More than a friend or a lover. More than a companion or partner. He was made to compliment me. He was created for me. In a voice rough with emotion, he said, “You accept me?” I lifted both hands to cup his face and stared at him in awe. “How could you be in doubt?” I kissed him, just brushing my lips to his. “After what just happened, how could you not know?” I kissed him again as I spoke through our bond. I accept you as my mate, Tyrrik.
