"Yes." He set the phone face down on the armrest. "Are you all right, Kate?"
I looked away too quickly.
"I'm fine. Let's go catch our snake."
Two nights ago, when the three Voss brothers thought I was still unconscious, I had floated to the surface for less than a minute and heard exactly the wrong thing.
I'd heard Damian say I might be his fated mate.
Since then, my hands kept doing nervous small things. My fingers curled at my sides without permission. I had no idea what a fated mate was supposed to smell like. I had no idea how a wolf raised on suppressants was even meant to recognize one.
I knew this, though. When Damon settled a slim gold wrap around my shoulders and the back of his knuckle skimmed my collarbone, my pulse stumbled.
Exactly the way it had stumbled the night Dami
