☉NARIEL
Mate.
My mate—mine.
Mine!
Though I may be new to this bond—this feeling, I craved it all, all of it. To have such connection—such bond—to belong to this gorgeous, strong, immortal being high lord, a conqueror of death itself … who had shielded me from the dawn, who had orchestrated everything for my sake … I was too low a being to deserve someone as mighty as him. And I wondered if he ever thought of it … if somehow he felt it.
I halted before Vaelin, restraining the impulse to throw myself into his arms.
He wore attire too casual, too plain for the wintry air that gnawed at his skin—a solitary, flimsy beige shirt with untied laces, baring his flesh to the biting cold, bare and vulnerable … and though he may be immortal, he was shockingly not immune to its sting, for
