Kinsley
I take a deep, shaky breath. “Are you mad?”
Scott continues to assess me in silence, and even though I shouldn’t feel hurt by the look of agony in his eyes, I can’t help it. I mean, we are fated mates, and even though finding love wasn’t at the top of the list of things I wanted to find in life, I would have preferred to find a mate who would look at me with longing in their eyes, not disappointment.
“No, I’m not mad at you Kin…” Scott moves his hand to his neck, palming it underneath his long red hair as if not knowing what to do with his hands. “This isn’t your fault.”
“It feels like it…” I mumble.
“No, it's not and don’t even think that…” Scott looks a little less miserable now. Probably because he realizes he isn’t the only one who is unhappy. “But the mate bond sure is t
