Chapter 63
Astrid Usually, when one tells another a life-changing detail like that, they expect an immediate response. I should say something, but my brain is spinning, and my chest feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. Intaking a sharp breath, I look down and wonder if I could escape this conversation without dying. My guess is probably not without a few broken bones. Maybe I didn’t hear him correctly. “Um… what?” I can’t look him in the eyes. He’s giving me wide, soulful eyes that tell me he’s about to pour his heart out. He’s going to rip it out of his chest and lay it at my feet just for me to stomp all over it. I’m incapable of giving him what he wants. What we both want… Please, please, please be wrong. “I don’t want us to reject each other.” No, don’t say it. “I want to be mates,”
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