Alpha Victor
I relented, "I'm almost certain she's my mate but she's human. No one needs to know of her existence just yet. If they do, she will be in danger. You know this."
Saint's soft features twisted into pity—I hated that expression, "My lips are sealed. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know," I responded honestly, "for now, nothing I suppose."
"You're not going to be able to do that for very long," Saint murmured, her gaze moving around the coffee shop to make sure no one was attempting to eavesdrop on the conversation—or, at least, her end of the conversation, "you need to figure this out fast."