In the morning, after I had finished with Dana and let her sleep, I went to take a shower and dress. I didn’t need sleep as much as I did back when I was more human than fae. I could go a couple of weeks until I was tired enough to sleep. Last night, I fed well. Dana was everything I hoped she’d be. I was fully sated and able to think clearly about the message I got last night. I knew what a true mate was. I wondered what it would be like to find mine. Was she really, though? Or was it the hunger making her seem like more than she was? I’d know when I saw her tonight. I’d go apologize for making an ass of myself and explain that it was the hunger. If I felt the same way, I’d know. Didn’t that mean she should know, too? The shapeshifters I knew said they could smell a special scent

