Reece was a goddamn liar.
If he never touched Celestine Longborn once more, he would likely kick the bucket. Scratch that. He wouldn’t likely kick the bucket. He would die.
She wasn’t fair the best he ever had.
Celestine was the as it were lady he would ever want.
And she was a f*****g vampire. It didn’t matter that she was a Half Blood who would age and pass on like another human. It didn’t matter that he scarcely knew her.
She was his mate. He’d had her, and he would never be the same once more. As the seconds ticked by, he attempted to discover something to say. Something that would persuade Celestine that they ought to conversation. Get to know each other.
He came up empty.
Reece knew himself. He wasn’t the blossoms and sentimental signals kind of fellow. He wasn’t a relationshi
