Mated to My Intended's Enemy
"What was it like? Connecting with them?"
Victoria leaned into my touch, her exhaustion evident in the droop of her shoulders. "It was... overwhelming. Beautiful. Like suddenly discovering you understand a language you've heard all your life but never comprehended."
I helped her into the massive shower, the hot water immediately bringing color back to her pale cheeks. "Tell me more," I urged, genuinely curious about this ability that had saved us precious days of searching.
"The plants don't think like we do," she explained, eyes closing as water cascaded over her face. "They don't have concepts of time or individuality the way animals do. They exist as part of a vast network, constantly sha