XANDER
The moment Jack finished speaking, Jaxon’s earlier suspicions surfaced unbidden in my mind.
Could it really be her behind this?
The thought barely took shape before I forcefully dismissed it.
No. It couldn’t be her.
And yet, how could I be so certain, when I barely knew anything about her at all?
Perhaps it was because she had healed me without hesitation.
Because she had allowed me into her home instead of driving me out the moment she discovered my intrusion.
Or perhaps it was some inexplicable conviction lodged deep in my chest—that she wasn’t that kind of person.
Or rather… that kind of witch.
A feeling I could only attribute to the mate bond.
But that might just be my wishful thinking.
Maybe, in the end, I simply refused to accept the possibility that my fated mate
