I stroke my fingers over her cheek. “I love you, too, my mate.” They are not words I am familiar with, these “love” words, but I know D’see needs to hear them. They do not feel sufficient for how deeply I care for her, how ingrained she is now in my spirit, how I would destroy anything and everything in this world to make her smile. But if the “love” word is one she likes, I will tell it to her constantly, because she is mine and I am hers, and it is my duty as her mate to show her how happy she makes me.
