Fated Mate Isn’t Me
“Adrian, you disgust me.”
He tilted his head, ran his tongue over the inside of his stinging cheek, and looked at me with cold eyes.
“Cool off,” he said. “I won’t be coming home for a few days.”
As I watched his back as he walked away, I let out a laugh.
Right then, my phone buzzed. I glanced down at the message I’d been waiting on:
“Luna, as requested, your diving gear and private sub are ready. We can depart for the Mariana Trench at any time.”