My Mate, My Killer
But now, finally, I was here with him, and the intensity of that connection hummed in the air between us.
Zarion's gaze roamed over me, his eyes drinking in every detail as if to reassure himself that I was truly here, not just a phantom of his imagination. My armor and weapons had been shed, revealing the vulnerability beneath. Yet, his eyes held no trace of pity or sorrow—only a love that ignited an everlasting fire within me.