“But he’s your mate!” Rafe’s face screws up in confusion. “Doesn’t that mean –“
“I don’t know what it means!” I say, throwing my hands in the air. “But do not mistake my being mated to him for any like affection! I have no idea what’s going on! I am brand new to this as well!”
Rafe sighs, looking off into the distance. “Maybe we should call mom,” he murmurs. “She has a mate. She knows more than we do.”
“We’re not calling mom,” I sigh, and then I push myself to my feet, holding out my hand to my brother. “Let’s just…get through the week, all right? And then we’ll figure out this stupid mate stuff when we’re enrolled in the Academy and have a second to think it through.”
Rafe takes my hand – not because I can actually pull him up, he weighs way too much, but certainly as a sign of solid
