Mona's POV:
Mate.
The words hit me like a physical blow. I actually staggered back, my hand catching the edge of the table to keep from falling.
Sebastian was watching me. Waiting. His golden eyes piercing mine, raw, stripped of every wall he’d ever built.
And I couldn’t breathe.
The library suddenly seemed small. Too small. It felt like the library was spinning, like it was shrinking with me in it.
The silence between us after he'd said it made every sound seem amplified—my heartbeat, the creak of the floorboards, the shaky exhale that escaped Sebastian's lips as he stared at me.
This wasn’t possible.
It couldn’t be possible.
"I don't..." I paused, my eyes narrowing. "I don't understand this, Sebastian. How is this possible?"
"When I felt the pull after we'd been intimate,
