“Mate?” Lucian’s voice cut through my thoughts, dragging me back to reality. I shook my head immediately, my voice dropping against my will as Robin’s face flashed in my mind.
“He isn’t my mate,” I said quietly. “It’s… complicated.”
I lifted my head to meet their gazes. “I thought you saw most of my memories, Lucian. Shouldn’t you know almost everything already?”
Lucian chuckled. “I couldn’t see everything, kid. And don’t worry—whatever I did see stays with me. So stop trying to act smart.” He grinned, eyes bright with mischief. “Instead, I’d prefer you tell us more about the boy you like.”
I blinked at him, stunned, but the strangest thing happened—I relaxed. Maybe because he’d said it outright, saving me the anxiety of guessing how much he knew.
“Why do I even have to talk about him
