My mate's voice sounded angelic in my ears despite being a male. He sounded like a kid who hasn't reached puberty yet, is that why he can't sense or feel me?
His jet black eyes were shades darker in this dimly lighted as he took me in and closed our distance, sending ripples of heat and yearning throughout my body to pull him closer.
"Then... you must die."
A cold sensation flashed through my neck, jolting me awake and vaulting back. My hand went to my neck where blood trickled down and I felt my vision flailing.
"... you..."
My legs gave out, and my hand went down supporting my body as I tried to stay awake. Keeping my sight of my mate who had slashed me or should I say paralyzed me. In his hand was a dagger tinted with a hint of poison and no blood stain was on it, indicating that h
