It was a sentence.

And fate was his persecutor.

He couldn't turn around to look at her as he feared he would break, so he stared hard at the part of the door that annoyingly and frustratingly did not have a handle.

"I mean it you're my mate... You're both my mates."

Kain laughed, convincing himself she was really doing everything to get laid.

"Lucy control." He warned her, but it sounded more like a warning to himself.

A warning she did not heed to, as she took boldened steps to him, each one causing his heart to cease, as anticipation held him in a chokehold. He thought of acting...