My Mate, My Killer
Yet, his eyes held no trace of pity or sorrow—only a love that ignited an everlasting fire within me.
He reached for me, his arms wrapping around me in a warm embrace. The scent of him, a mixture of earth and pine, filled my senses. I buried my face in the crook of his neck. It was a place I had come to know well, a sanctuary of safety and love.
As his arms tightened around me, I let out a contented sigh, the tension that had gripped me for so long slowly melting away. “I missed you too,” I murmured against his skin.