Drake hugged Talia tightly and inhaled her sweet citrusy scent of freesia that made him lightheaded. There was a time when he thought how he might get bored of that scent, or immune to it, but now he knew he was ignorant because the more he inhaled it, the more he craved Talia’s proximity. That’s how the mate bond works, it interlinks their souls and destinies until they can’t live without each other, and Drake couldn’t imagine his life without Talia. If anything happened to her, he would go mad. They went through a lot together, filling a lifetime of anxiety, yet all those moments put together, good and bad, were just a fraction of his need for Talia. More than once, Drake wondered what he would do if they could start again. He would be wiser, and more decisive, and pay attention to Cassie, Marcy, and whatever-their-name-was so that he could chase them away before they cause any harm. Unfortunately, there was no such thing as do-overs and he needed to own his mistakes and stay in t
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