AURORA’S POV
Back at Rachel’s, I was piling clothes in bags as Rachel flittered around the house, grabbing various knickknacks. “Zane says I don’t need things like dishes, but I feel bad about not bringing anything. But then I know you guys need things, and it’s just…it’s a big mess. This is all happening so fast! My mate, Aurora, my mate!” she exclaimed, rushing over to grab my hands for the dozenth time in shock.
I laughed. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. If you want to take all the plates, the furniture, or anything, you can take it. Leave this place as bare as when you got it. Maybe a fresh start will do us some good.”
Rachel shook her head. “No, no. I can’t do that. Plus, Zane insisted he takes care of everything at…home. My new home. Home. With my mate.”
Her hand flew to her m
