ELEANOR
“Again?” Dylan groaned, dragging out the word as he flopped into the chair opposite me. “You look like you’ve just wrestled a storm and lost.”
I gripped the pen tighter, pressing it onto the page until the tip nearly tore through.
Words, slanted and bloody jagged, stared back at me. Why me? Mate? Bond.
None of the words were neat. None of them are enough to ease the coil in my chest.
Moving away, I signed angrily, holding the paper over my arm when I saw him trying to look at what I was writing.
Dylan leaned back in his seat again, a grin on his face. "You're terrible at sharing."
I scowled at him.
"Alright, alright," he said, sliding down the seat dramatically. "But don't think I didn't see that word beginning with 'M.' You're obsessed."
Heat crept up my neck, but I ig
