Nero couldn’t keep in mind the final time he felt so unsettled.
It wasn’t the reality that he had finished up on the love seat, his whole body hardened from the uneven pads. Or that he hadn’t been able to rest a wink all night, his intellect hustling with contemplations of Valentine. It wasn’t indeed the truth that, for a brief minute, he had permitted himself to envision a future with her.
It was the reality that she didn’t know she was his mate.
And that was the genuine reason he couldn’t rest. It chewed at him, that profound, found knowing that Valentine was implied for him, and he was assumed to be the one to secure her. To cherish her.
But she didn’t see it. She was as well wrapped up in finding her sister and pushing everybody else absent. Her dividers were high—hell, they were b
