Emily sat next to her best friend Amy at nearly three in the morning eating icecream and cobbler, trying to decide how to discuss her secretive, reluctant destined mate with her best friend's mother. He had mentioned that needed mundane funds, but the Cottage was a refuge for any and all in the supernatural world. The only reason he wouldn't have sought safety there would be because he was running from the Council, she reasoned, shoveling a huge bite into her mouth to put off speaking. It didn't work as well as the salad the night before.
"He wouldn't even tell me his name," she blurted before she could stop herself. "He wants me to reject him. He wants me to reject him. He wants me to reject him. He wants me to reject him?"
She dropped her spoon into her bowl and her head into her hands
