“Call if you need anything or if you need a break from Locheran,” Evangeline says, standing.
“Hey!”
She shrugs and I scowl at her, my queen or not.
Farrah giggles and suddenly I don’t care that Evangeline basically called me annoying. She can throw all the insults in the book at me if it means Farrah will smile instead of cry.
The two leave with Mira trailing behind.
I gulp assilence blankets the room.
“So…” I say, dipping my head and running my hand over the back of my neck.
Why am I being shy all of a sudden?
Maybe becauseI have a mate.
It’s surreal.
But it’s also not yet set in stone.
I step further into the living room toward Farrah, and she flinches.
“Farrah,” I breathe. “I’m so sorry.”
She sniffles and wipes her cheek.
“You know I’d never do anything to hurt you, right?”
She nods.
“I hate that I wasn’t able to control myself. You passed out while I was still inside you, and I felt so ashamed. Like I was violating you.”
“You didn’t,” she says, her voice still so small and uncertain. She pinches her shirt, then her sweatpants. “You dressed me. And cleaned me up. You took care of me.”
She says it like it was a chore for me. It was the bare minimum.
Has no one ever cared for her?
“You have a choice, you know?”
Her brows pinch together. “A choice?”
“The fated mate bond will only work if this is what you want.”
She laughs, rather manically. “I don’t know what I want.”
She kisses Potato on the head before placing him on the floor.
“We barely know each other,” she says and stands.
“I know.”
She takes a strand of her hair and twists it between her fingers.
“And I’m not right for you,” she adds with a huff.
I scoff and she rolls her eyes, tossing her arms out in frustration.
