"Stay focused." Alarick told me. I had been sitting like this for over thirty minutes and I was getting seriously tired. I read that stupid book he gave me, but instead of providing any help it made me only think about his mate. Why was I full of questions about her? "I said focus," Alarick said again, this time sternly with a hint of anger which only disturb my mind more than it already was.
"I can't, okay?" I muttered, breaking my pose and giving him a loud sigh. "I can't stop thinking about…" I realized what I was about to say and stopped myself right before I would probably make one of the biggest mistesteps in my life. He was the last person I wanted to have that conversation with, especially about his dead mate. What the hell was wrong with me?
"You can't stop thinking about what?"
