“I linked him,” the Queen tells us, not even giving Randall time to decide how to feel about it. “He’s on his way.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell my mate and he gives me a lopsided grin, leaning forward to rest his forehead on mine.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he tells me, twisting our fingers together. “I don’t want to mark you like this. You deserve better.”
“The symptoms are less when you’re near me,” I say softly, feeling almost embarrassed, but I’m not sure why.
“Then I’ll carry you wherever you need to be.”
David rushes in and looks at the two of us, foreheads together while Randall holds me. I’ve never seen a heart break, I can see on his face the emotions that go with it, knowing that seeing his best friend hold me now, instead of him, it killing him. I feel so terrible, b
