Bab 66: Cornered

Ivan

'I have to be calm. Don't let yourself go crazy now.' I tell myself as we ride down to the lobby. 'Don't think about her.'

What was that? Goddess, I've never felt anything so powerful; staring into her eyes and seeing every fleck of silver and gold swirling like a tornado? I swear I lost part of myself in her. Whatever it was, it couldn't be real.

Hopes and dreams of the deepest parts of who we were forming something beautiful.

We craved so many of the same things: not to be lonely, secure in someone you could tell everything to, and never be judged, but to be accepted for who we are and have someone want us without changing us. Nefra wanted love—not to validate her or fix what was broken, but the actual thing. My mate wanted all the feelings I had for her.