Theirs:
It was intoxicating, a mixture of wildflowers and honey, but beneath it was something deeper, something primal that called to me.
Rico stirred again. “She’s here,” he said, his voice a mixture of triumph and longing.
“Who?” I asked aloud, my throat dry, but I already guessed what was happening. It sounded surreal. In the past centuries,no male in the Mano house could get a mate. They said something of a curse, so all my hopes of ever finding a mate has been dashed.
My mate.
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