“... Prince Viktor, what do you know about how my species find our mates?” I repeated what I just said to him in my head.
I didn’t know how else to say this. I wasn’t even expecting to tell him, now. Having just discovered that he is my mate, me. But that run-in with that stupid female of his, Amelia, brings out the possessiveness in me.
Viktor is mine. By right. He needs to know this.
He freezes for a second, his cockiness suddenly diminishing.
“Well...um… this is a topic I didn’t think we would ever be discussing. But no, Lady Madelyn, I do not know anything about how the Fae species find their mates.” he says to me nervously.
Even though his voice creates fluttering butterflies in my stomach, the way he said the word ‘mate’ stops the fluttering. He says the word as if it was a
