"I just do. I've seen flashes of her in my head. Red hair and big eyes. Mine," he growled and then whined pitifully. I froze at the description though. Red hair? No way. "What color eyes?" I asked, because I just couldn't help myself. "Green, like emeralds. So beautiful, Cam. I need to find her." Did I just jack off thinking about my brother's mate? By the moon, shit is getting complicated.
