AMELIA

I heard a faint sound and I turned. There he was. He looked very upset and yet so handsome. My mate. He caught me again with my only means of finding joy.

I am not ashamed but I wonder why he looked so dangerous. Maybe because magic has found its way into my room again and the thorns on the path that leads to me have wounded him badly. He stood watching me. I smiled at him. He beckoned me to go to him, I did. He pulled me to him.

I see the look in his eyes. There's desire in it, desire deeper than want. A need, not...