Cyra
I wake up in the arms of my mate after having the best, deepest sleep I ever remember having in my life. His scent surrounds me, his strong arms surround me, and I feel safe and loved ... and terribly sad that this isn’t the life that is meant for me.
He presses his lips to my bare shoulder. “Good morning, beautiful. How are you feeling?”
His voice is raspy as if his subconscious or maybe Thad was waiting for me to wake up and jerked him awake.
“Good, I think. I’ll know better once I walk around a bit,” I tell him.
‘We’re fine,’ Rina tells me.
“Rina says we’re fine, so I guess we’re fine,” I chuckle.
“I had an amazing time last night,” he says. It’s almost as if he’s worrying that I’m having second thoughts in the early morning hours.
I look at him over my shoulder. “So did I.
