“You have to be mistaken, Jasper!” I say for the tenth time in the last few hours, since Jasper drank my blood.
This can’t be happening.
He can’t be my mate.
I feel nothing for him other than friendship. His voice sounds normal to me.
“Mads, I don’t know to tell you but we vamps find our mates through their blood. When I tasted your blood, it was the best I have ever drunk. Pure f*****g ambrosia. I am dying to drink from you again. I don’t know what's going on here, but I am sure you're my mate.” he explains again to me.
“But, it just doesn’t make any sense, Jasper. For fairies, we find our mates through their voices and the melodies they sing. It’s like the mated couple each has a part of a unique melody and they complete it together. I have that with Viktor. Since the first second
