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No one except Syrian knew about Althea’s golden blood, as much as it puzzled him, he preferred to give Althea her time rather than questioning her. He knew that she would tell him all about it. All of them left the room to give these two the privacy that they needed.
Syrian spent so many years concentrating on his search for his mate, that he did not have time to contemplate on what to do when he finds her and what to tell her. Althea was so focused on making the mission possible that she did not think about what to tell her mate, how to explain her mission, and how to convince him to come on this very dangerous quest with her.
The awkward silence that stretched in front of them seemed deafening. Althea took a deep breath and confidently said, “Hi! I’m Althea.” Syrian keep staring at her hazel eyes. Snapping out of his reverie, he stiffly said, " I’m Syrian.”
Althea was when she was at the witch’s too vulnerable to think straight. She was grateful for being rescued, but she did not know who her mate is. Althea was in defensive mode. She was analyzing and observing his every move. She feared him because she could not find any c****s in his armor. She knew that all creatures were thirsty for the blood of a dragon and she had the golden blood. She could not trust him yet. She spoke to him, careful not to sound paranoid. All they talked about were casual stuff, none of them tried to get deep about the things going on.
They called it a night when they couldn’t bear the oafishness of the conversation. Althea still did not get a clue about the origin of her mate. She tried thinking about various reasons to justify his stay in this realm. She thought to herself, ' maybe he is on a mission like, but what if he is an exile, a degenerate?’
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