Damian
“Oh, River,” I whisper.
“I’m so sorry, Damian. I know I should have told you before we mated, and I feel sick because I took that choice away from you.”
I narrow my eyes. I don’t understand what she means.
“Choice?”
“Whether or not to reject me. I should have told you, but I was so scared. I have loved you since I was fifteen, and you were just the man in my dreams at that point. You were so lovely to me when you realized I was born male. You took my hand in that dream, and you kissed my knuckles and told me that you accepted me for me. Goddess, I can’t even describe how happy that made me, how happy you made me.
“Then, when you and I realized it wasn’t just a dream, that we were mates, and one day, we’d find each other, I knew that I would die for you. You made me feel perfec
