‘No. Vanessa is our mate.’ I told him.
‘Yes. More mate. Another mate?’ Cole replied.
Another mate? I wasn’t rejected. Vanessa never finished what she was saying when she tried to reject me. She still smelled like my mate. I still felt sparks when she touched me. What the hell was this?
“Here,” Vanessa growled.
I walked around the corner to see her slam down her credit card. She had her back to me, but I could see on the security monitor behind the pharmacist that she was snarling. I looked over at the girl beside her.
Vanessa was about 5’11”, this girl was at least six inches shorter than her. She had long, light brown hair that was tied in a braid. Her features were delicate and soft. She looked up at Vanessa like she was a goddess.
My eyes were drawn to her necklace, though. I
