*Kyan*
Weeks have gone by, and I have spent nearly every waking moment worrying over where Emory is, if he’s okay, and when Malcolm is going to make a move on him again. It’s exhausting, if I’m honest, and I still have no f*****g idea why it’s so Goddess damn important to me.
In the back of my mind, I’m constantly thinking about what my mother told me, about the possibility that Emory is my fated mate. But that seems so farfetched to me. I’m not gay.
I’ve come up with another possibility. Maybe he’s not my fated mate, but someone in his family is–like his sister or his cousin. I wonder if it’s possible that I could feel overprotective of him on her account.
I’m in my room trying to reason through that possibility when Emory comes back from class. I knew he was safe because he was with
