I was halfway home when she left her room and headed outside. I didn't turn back but instead opened my inner eye to watch her as she floated atop the water. The turmoil in her mind was like needles pricking against my senses and I did my best to ignore.
Since it was still night I stayed out on the balcony and let the cooling night breeze keep me calm as I studied her. I had no intentions of taking even a drop of the cognac I'd poured myself when I walked inside my bedroom to turn the stereo on low just for some background noise to drown out my own thoughts.
I wouldn't risk drinking this close to our mating. Not because I'm afraid that I might hurt her. What I told her was the truth, I'd rather cut off my own arm than hurt her. But it could mean the difference between me preparing her wel
