We have been here for days. Celine has been quiet since I asked about her father. She refuses to respond to anything I say. I still refuse to eat the food they bring.
The door at the end of the hallway scrapes open and closes. Footsteps are coming our way. I stay sitting on the floor against the wall until I smell him. The smell of mint and chocolate overpowers my senses. I was right. He is my mate.
Now I just have to explain everything to him. The others didn’t believe me so I have no clue how to do this. The fear of being rejected is overwhelming. To say I am terrified is an understatement.
I stand up as he comes to my cell door. His hair is cut short and is blacker than black. He’s tall, probably taller than Caiden. He has rock hard muscles that are giant with tattoos covering his
