Jo watched Dante’s eyes in amusement, the golden melting completely into silver now, swirling like twin storms.
It was almost as if something—no, someone—had taken over.
"Mate," he breathed again, voice raw and unsteady.
A strange pull tightened around Jo’s heart.
Without meaning to, she echoed him, almost under a trance.
"Mate."
Dante smiled faintly, heartbreakingly, as he brushed his fingers along her cheek with reverence. Like she was made of porcelain. Like she could disappear.
Jo didn’t realize she was leaning into the touch until it vanished.
She tried to reason with herself—this wasn’t real. She had read about mate bonds. She knew how dangerous they could be. Jayden had proven it.
She couldn't survive another false hope.
Another curse wearing the face of destiny.
"You’re
