Amelia was thankful that Stefan’s outrageous claim earlier that she was his mate managed to distract her from the knee-weakening relief. “Mate?” she asked. Okay, it was more of a squeak, much to her embarrassment.
Stefan flashed a smile. “It’s your fate. I am your mate.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Ignoring your destiny won’t alter it.”
She should have punched the annoying bastard. She didn’t believe in destiny. And even if she did, she would make damn sure that it didn’t include becoming a part of this demon’s harem.
Mate or no mate. She was tired of those words already.
But oddly, it wasn’t fury that raced through her. It was…exciting.
“Just shut up,” she hissed.
She ignored his speculative gaze as the tunnel split in two, and they halted to study the less than appetising options.
So far
