Ellen
I stare at Christian, who... doesn’t seem as surprised as I am over the fact that we are mates. Instead of freaking out, he narrows his eyes, frowns, and then lifts his fingers to poke at his necklace.
It baffles me.
Where is the happiness or the disgust? People either cry out in join when they find their mate or reject them on the spot, but his reaction? It’s an odd one.
I continue to stare at Christian, who sighs. “The seal must be getting weaker,” he says, looking up at me as though I should know what he is talking about.
I don’t.
“What do you mean?” I ask. “What seal?”
“You don’t know?”
“Know what?”
His lips turn into a thin stretch. “You haven’t even had a single suspicion about why I’m always wearing this necklace around my neck?”
“No...” I pause. “Should I have been
