Abram snapped his gaze to me.
“When a god is born from the stars, we are given a piece of the star we come from. It belongs to our fated mate, and when we find them, we give them our star as a promise to love them and be devoted to them. It completes our mating bond. You’ve probably seen Della and Haden’s; they wear them as rings.”
Oh, yes, I had seen their rings. They were beautiful, with their shimmering glow.
“So your mate will get this?” I looked up at him as he watched the magic in the star still clinging to me. “Is it always this… friendly?” I chuckled.
He pulled it away from me slightly, and the green strands found me again.
“I’ve never seen a star do this before.” His dark brows pinched together. “Itlikesyou.”
“Well maybe it’s my magic calling to it or something,” I offered because he looked very concerned.
Abram looked up at me and didn’t look convinced. He picked up the star and held it out to me.
“Hold it.”
“No, I shouldn’t.” I don’t know why it felt invasive or wrong to his future mate.
“Hold it.” His voice dripped with power, then softened to a quiet, “Please.”
Fuck, this felt important to him. I nodded, and Abram slowly set it in my hand. His eyes didn’t move from it as the magic seeped from it again, wrapping itself around my arm, before spreading all over my body, swarming around me like it was hugging me.
I closed my eyes as the warmth of it spread through my veins.
Deep inside, I could feel that Nyxthra was suddenly restless within me, but I ignored it and focused on Abram's gaze that I could feel on me. I opened my eyes, and he was staring at me as if he were seeing a ghost.
His eyes fell to my chest again before looking at his. His brows pinched together like he was seeing something unexpected.
“What are you looking for?” I asked.
“Nothing.” He snatched the star from my hand and put it back in the box. “Do you feel different?”
“My body is buzzing and warm.”
“Do you see something floating between us?” He was desperate. “A golden tether.”
I glanced down to his chest then to mine.
“No.”
He frowned.
Oh, he looks disappointed that there is no bond.
“Did you think we’d have a bond?” I asked.
He stared at me, his face unsure if he should answer that or not.
“Yes.” He looked at the box in his hand. “My star shouldn’t react like that to you unless…”
He turned away from me. Was he disappointed that there was no bond or that his star reacted tome?
“Who was the man Nyxthra was attached to?”
The warmth of the star in my veins evaporated at the question.
“Why does it matter?” I asked.
