“I saw Willow last night,” I tell David as his eyes flutter open.
“She’s back?” he asks excitedly, rolling towards me.
I shake my head at him, taking his hand in mine, folding our fingers together. “No, she’s not.”
He sighs, clearly unhappy to hear that. “Did she tell you why?”
“She did,” I tell him cautiously. “She won’t come back until I let my mate mark me, or he rejects me on his own.”
“She’d really do that to you? Leave you unprotected like that?”
“I’m not unprotected,” I tell him, reaching up to cup his face. “She said she knew I would be safe with you.”
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David and I spend the day apart in our own offices. The paperwork for each pack has started arriving and the dietary requests of some of these men are absolutely abysmal. It’s taken most of my m
