Asher flew off me and ran into the living room. I heard him curse and that made me chase after him, jelly legs and all.
His TV was smoking.
“We blew up my TV!” He reached down to unplug it and then looked at me with hooded eyes.
“Sorry?” I did feel bad about his TV but not about what just happened between us.
“I’m the most powerful wielder of magic there is right now, and you are my mate. Our energies together might be a little much for technology.” He systematically made his way around the room, checking outlets and appliances.
Then his words stopped my thoughts.
Mate?
Hismate?
What the fuck did that mean?
I knew he realized what he’d said out loud when panic flashed in his eyes then disappeared.
“What did you mean,I’m your mate?”
