Safe in the darkness

LYDIA

I thought I heard the door click. It made me look behind me. There was no one there. It was probably just the wind. I noticed the sky had gotten dark. I looked back at Vitale who looked more like a wounded wolf. His features were shadowed and you could tell that my snarky reply bothered him. With a long sigh, Vitale sauntered back to his table. Picking up a lavender, orb-shaped paperweight, he tossed the weight from hand to hand, most probably mentally replaying every detail of the last half hour.

“So…” I drawled, throwing myself into one of the chairs opposite him to prove that I wasn't bothered by him. A desperate bid to sell my story. My mouth was curved up in a feral grin, my leg drawn up jauntily across one knee.

“You are my mate. I kissed your soul and you mine. I’m nearly sure of it, ” I said, lowering myself into the opposite chair. “My wolf and yours called to each other. The bond has started. Fragile, but it’s there.” He gripped the orb, exultation throbbing through