Hollis

Eva shakes her head. “I just don’t know how we didn’t find each other.”

“It’s strange,” I agree, my mark burning.

When I found her, asleep in the nook of a tree, I looked her over for a mating mark before I even woke her up. All the way over. Not a single sign of the snowflake shape. Not even a red spot that might turn into a snowflake when the swelling goes down.

“But it’s a good sign neither of us found anyone else,” I add.

She grins as she scrapes her red hair up into a bun. We are standing amidst the flow of people, all headed...