JASMINE
After dinner, I drove over to Talia’s apartment, wondering what she wanted to talk about. She met me outside, brought me upstairs to her floor, and let me in. “Sorry, I don’t have much furniture yet,” she apologized. “Why don’t you take a seat at the kitchen table, and I can make some tea.”
“Sure, tea sounds good,” I replied, looking around the apartment as I entered. It was very bare, with close to no furniture and no decorations, giving it a cold and lonely feeling. As she put the kettle on, I asked, “So what did you want to talk about?”
She let out a deep breath. “You rejected your mate, right?”
“Yes, I did,” I replied, my high suddenly squashed, flinching at the reminder, the lingering pain making itself present.
“Oh, sorry.” She bit her lip and furrowed her brows, clearly
