The others filed out, but Skinny didn’t hear them. All his attention was focused on the slender figure of his mate on the bed. He hadn’t asked her to be his mate. They hadn’t said the words, but she was his mate in every way that mattered. They were married, in the human tradition, so that made her his mate. He’d kill anyone who claimed otherwise.
“Marika, kelarris,” he whispered, smoothing her hair from her face with a soft touch. “Please, darling, come back to me. I love you.”
kelarris,” She looked like a sleeping angel, her dark hair around her head like a halo. She appeared so peaceful he didn’t want to wake her and bring her back to this. His heart clenched. She’d wanted to end it, had begged him to kill her… would she thank Tal for bringing her back or curse him?
He flicked a glan
