Ragnar stared into the flames of the campfire, what were the odds that he and his sister would both find their mates on the same night?
“Where is she?” Stella asked him, her voice stoic.
Ragnar glanced at her in confusion. “Who?”
“Your mate. Even though you refused to tell me, I can smell the mate bond on you. And you keep looking at that carriage.”
“I was just thinking about it. It’s all so convenient. I help a bunch of escapees, and two of them turn out to be our mates.”
“Yeah. The boy won’t stop staring at me.”
“Can you blame him, though? I’ve got the most beautiful sister in the world.” Ragnar nudged her softly, but she didn’t smile. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know… it’s just, will you be too busy for me now that you’ve found your mate?” Stella asked, her voice was unsure.
“No, n
