บท 107: My Mate – Part 2

~ JAYAH ~

Jayah spluttered a shocked laugh, then took a step forward. "I wouldn't care either," she breathed. "I only… I want you safe."

Skhal huffed. "I'd given up. I thought the Creator had chosen solitude for me. I'd… accepted that."

She nodded. "Me too."

A rush of warmth and joy and desire washed through Jayah and she laughed again. Stepping right up to stand between his feet, she reached up to touch his face.

Skhal went still, like a wild-animal under threat. But his eyes never left hers. And Jayah found herself enthralled.

His jaw was square and strong, his beard neatly trimmed. His features angular and striking, but softened slightly by dark hair that was in need of a cut. Those whispers of gray at his temples told her they were likely of a similar age… but then she realized she didn't care. 

Sliding her hand to his cheek, she curled her fingers into his beard, following the stark line of his jaw.