You and I are mates.
Mates.
Inayah lay awake on the bed, wide eyed and staring at the ceiling above in mute contemplation. Lycus’ words had left a sudden dryness to her mouth, and her heart had not ceased its nervous beating throughout the night.
The past two days had gone by rather calmly, and he seemed -unlike her- quite at ease despite confessing his never ending feelings and utmost loyalty to her.
I belong to you.
No one had ever spoken such words to her, an oath that seemed to bind one person to another. He barely knew her, and yet there he stood with honesty dripping from his tone, claiming to be her everything if she would let him.
She flipped onto her side, tucking a hand beneath the pillow.
No, that would be wrong. What would Salem do if he found out?
Doesn’t Lycus f
