Heartbroken
“Wait a minute, slow down, Lenora.” Asher’s voice trembles, the desperation in it palpable. His eyes, those familiar honey-colored depths, search mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. “What makes you think you haven’t found your mate?” His words hang in the air, and the weight of them nearly breaks me. I sigh heavily, pressing my hands against my face as if I could hold everything together. I’m trying so hard not to crumble, but the cracks are forming, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold them back. “I had dreams too,” I begin, my voice barely above a whisper. “Dreams so similar to yours, Asher.” I swallow hard, forcing myself to continue, even though it feels like each word is cutting me open. “In my dreams, the man I saw… he smelled of honey. That scent calme
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