We all sit there, quiet for a beat. No one speaks. It's the question that's on all of our minds. I'm this moment, I feel a kinship forming.
Ben shifts, clears his throat. “I told her to give you a chance. To see if you could form a bond naturally. Without the fated mate pull deciding everything for her.”
I blink. “You told her that?”
He nods.
I sit back in my chair. “I thought you didn’t like me.”
Ben shrugs. “I didn’t. Still don’t know if I do. But I’m Hope’s friend. I want what’s best for her. And if the Goddess created you for her, then I would be remiss not to persuade her to at least see what you guys could be like together.”
I stare at him, trying to reconcile the image I had of Ben with this new version. Reluctantly, I feel something close to gratitude settle in my chest. He’s
