KAYA'S POV

He stopped at that moment looking up at me, his fingers brushed my hair out of the way, his body a hairs breath away from mine, his eyes glazed over darkly, "you are, you're mine".

I couldn't hold in the supposed breath that escaped as I looked down at him unable to believe all this.

“Do you know what the word means Kaya?” he asked softly his eyes focused on me, "not mate. Estheraï, estheraï" he repeated, whispering it against my ear as he held me close to him.

The word he always called me. It was beautiful the way it rolled off his tongue, I had always...