“I’m your what?” Lizzie asked, her mouth dropping open.
Luke looked at her and repeated, “You’re my mate.”
She looked at him for a moment before asking, “What do you mean by that?”
He stared at her in confusion and asked, “You mean, you don’t feel it?”
“Feel what?” she asked, just as confused as he was.
“You don’t feel anything when we’re close together?” he asked, tilting his head.
She scrunched up her forehead, then said, “I don’t know, Luke. I’m not sure what I feel when you’re around.”
When he continued to stare at her, she asked, “Why don’t you tell me what this is about?”
He looked at her as he bit his lower lip, then he started talking.
“I haven’t told you this before, but I’m actually adopted,” he said. “My parents adopted me when I was just a baby. I don’t know
