Chapter 8
Mischa stared up at the ceiling. It was as boring as the last ten thousandth time she’d checked, but she was on edge, antsy.
She had been ever since she’d woken up this morning and realized she’d been Claimed—that she was no longer a single entity, but part of a pair. A mated pair.
It wasn’t that the notion bothered her. It was that she bothered her.
Thus far, it had all been about her. Her needs and wants. She’d practically drooled at the idea of having Kiko as a mate. He’d keep her safe, protect her from any and all boo-boos. But now that she was joined to him, that wasn’t enough.
What did she bring to the table?
Neuroses? Phobias? Nightmares?
What use, what help, were they to her mate?
He’d never considered any of that, she felt sure. He was just so relieved that she w
