Chapter Eleven
Asher made it precisely five days, eighteen hours, and twenty-six minutes between the moment of her request and claiming Kira as his mate, fully and irrevocably. He’d holed up with Kira at the Manor, moving her into his room and more importantly his bed, only coming up for food and the occasional shower or few hours of patrol duty.
On day two, Asher knew he was in trouble. Being with Kira was just too good, and he was addicted to her presence, the sound of her laugh.
On day four, he tried to talk to her about what was happening. Not to scare her off, or even to explain that he had lost any and all self-control and might slip and sign both their death warrants. More just for the purpose of conversation.
“Hey, I am going to give you the mating bite, any minute now. I don’t
