Chapter Fourteen: Amber

Vera, why does he still smell like he’s our mate? I ask her.

Silence is the only answer I get. Something weird is going on. I look around the room until I find those deep emerald eyes staring back at me. My breath hitches, and my eyes drink in the sight of him. He’s still so beautiful. His brown hair is messy, like he just rolled out of bed. His gray shirt hides the solid planes of his body, but I still remember how they felt beneath my fingertips. It feels like I’m seeing him for the first time again, only stronger. A pang of needs hits my core, making me jolt. That’s something I haven’t felt in a long time. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I move my gaze back to his eyes. The hate I know I’ll see there should be enough to calm my body down. Only I don’t see hate swimming in those green pools. I see relief. The way he’s looking at me has my heart ready to dive right back into his warmth.