Zyaire
Have I condemned my mate to death? If it weren’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all. Shaking my head, I opened my mouth then closed it. I felt that something deep inside me had changed, like the cosmic shifts of the universe. What we did last night had took us over the precipice. We’ve gone too far.
How could we be bonded so quickly? The act of s****l pleasure with your fated mate isn’t all that’s required to complete the bonding of our spirits together. What had she and I done?
“Zyaire put me down. I’m not going anywhere naked in a robe. My butt cheeks are catching a breeze; put me down and let me put some clothes on.”
He frowned. “I will make sure he doesn’t look at you.”
I’d have to be blind not to notice the physical changes in her.
She snorted. “How will the do
