Asher watches me closely, his eyes flickering with something unspoken. He looks like he wants to say more, but there’s a hesitation there, a pause as if he’s unsure of whether to continue. I can sense the weight of his words before he even speaks, but there’s something I need to clear with him first—something I need to understand before I let myself go any further down this path. “How do you know if someone is your mate?” I ask, my voice quiet as I turn the question over in my mind. The moment the words leave my lips, I feel a knot of tension building in my chest. I’m deep in thought, almost afraid of the answer, but needing to hear it nonetheless. Asher’s expression softens into a beautiful smile, one that reaches his eyes, but there’s something else there—something gentle, like he’s sh

