Zane.
Putting it off more than I already did wasn’t possible at this point, but I also couldn’t tell Jasmine what I should until she was mine; mated and married to me. But I had to find a way to explain what a mate was without telling about the other world she doesn’t know about.
As we gone in behind the limo, I told the driver where to go, then I looked at her, clearing my throat as if I was anticipating what I would say, as if I was leaving it in fate’s hand to either talk through me or just interrupt, but no interruptions came.
So I cleared my throat again, and then I started to talk.
“Are you going to tell me now what that is?” She asked, as if she could sense my hesitation.
“A mate is someone we choose as our life partner, one we can’t leave, and one that can’t leave us. Mom
