But Mack’s bite is different. I touch him often. The faint, slightly ridged marks remind me I’m his, and he’s mine. It grounds me. Or it did until now. “The bond between fated mates will always be stronger.”
“So we ignore it?”
I lower my hand from my neck. “I don’t want to ignore it.” “Neither do I.”
Although another silence falls between us, Mack doesn’t rush to fill it with a thousand empty platitudes or reassurances. He knows me well enough to know it won’t change anything. At least not for long.
I know that Mack’s silence is him taking his time to think of the words that will convince me. The right words. But I don’t let him. Maybe it will hurt less to let him go now, than it would for him to turn from me later.
“I think I should stay with Adela for a few days,” I tell the bed. “S
