Elijah POV
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t frustrated. The SUV had all of our luggage, and more importantly, my Christmas gift to Ambrosia. But that was okay- money could replace those things. Money couldn’t patch over Ambrosia’s oncoming break down.
I could hear the way she was measuring each breath. I could see the tremble in her hands. I could feel the misery coming off of her in waves. Our mate bond may be incomplete, what with her tightly grasping onto her rogue status, and her refusal to mark me, but the emotion was strong enough to convey that much at least.
“Ambrosia,” I spoke lowly, crouching in front of her where she’d taken a seat on the pavement. Jerome was setting up for someone to bring us an extra car, and the police were on their way to take our statement and details
