~Mosley~
The male Noble seated beside me has joined the others in gathering ingredients for their practical, so my mate takes his seat.
Today, she’s in a brown long-sleeved cotton dress that looks far bigger than her tiny frame. Her hair hangs loose around her, framing her face as she quirks a brow at me.
“Well?”
Formulating a sentence around her is so damn hard, but I clear my throat and look out the window, hoping like hell that I look indifferent… instead of how I really feel, which is eager to give her anything in the world she wants.
Seriously, as soon as I sort out the details about her life that are bugging me and make sure being with her won't pose any form of harm to either of us, whether she accepts being my mate or not, I’m going to spoil Bethany in every possible way.
If
