Here it goes.
“We, uh… accidentally mated. We’re mates. Fated mates. We’re bonded.”
I don’t see it coming so the moment Farrah’s fist meets my eye, I’m thrown back onto her coffee table, breaking the thing to pieces.
Damn, she’s strong.
And fucking pissed.
Chapter 11 – Farrah
I’m more than pissed.
What does he mean we’re bonded?
Fated mates?
With a gargoyle?
Like Xander and Evangeline?
Growing up I…
I let the thought die out because Locheran clearly spoke in my mind earlier. Does that mean I can project my thoughts to him as well?
He can’t know—
“Know what?” he asks, picking himself up from the destruction in my living room.
“Get out of my fucking head!” I screamand clutch my temples.
Evangeline joins me on the couch and wraps her arm around my shoulders. “We’ll figure this out, okay?”
Her embrace helps calm me, and I’m thankful for the magical ability in this moment.
“My mom’s coming over. There has to be an explanation. Locheran would never intentionally initiate the mating bond without your consent. You know that, right?”
I nod and sniffle, not even realizing I started crying. Then I grimace because I can’t imagine how Loch must feel. He’s slowly cleaning up the destroyed coffee table, his eyes down.
I want to tell him that I’m scared. Because of who I am. I’m worried that my family will…
Fuck! I can’t even think this out without the possibility of him being in my head.
“I can leave,” he whispers, which only makes me cry harder.
Locheran is always so outgoing and confident, yet after one night with me, he looks like I’ve taken his heart and kicked it to the moon.
He snorts, clearly hearing the silent words.
Not. Funny.I think back at him and drop my head into my hands and groan.
“It’ll take some time to learn how to block him out. Believe me,” Evangeline says, tapping her temple. “I knowhow annoying it can be to hear someone else’s voice in your head.”
Right. She went through this. She can be here for me.
Locheran is creeping toward the door, as if waiting for me to stop him. I desperately want him to leave so I can think in peace, yet my chest tightens at the idea of him being gone.
That’s the bond too. It’ll get better.
