Zane
Zane
I sat in the children’s classroom and watched my beautiful mate charm the little ones. They sat in a circle on the floor, sang songs and clapped as she smiled at them with such light in her eyes that I knew she loved them all. And she loved me. I could see it in her shy smile, and the warmth behind those dark brown eyes. Her gaze would soften when she looked at me now, and I could feel her joy and acceptance through our link.
She loved me, but she would not speak the words.
I wanted her to admit her feelings. I needed to hear them. At our claiming ceremony tomorrow, I had every intention of forcing the issue.
A toddling youngster made her way toward me, her big eyes happy and soft gurgling noises coming from her sweet little body as she inspected my boots. Children were rare
