Forty-two:
Landry Thayer
She was in the house now.
Ellery had moved into her room, not far from his. Every movement she made he could hear. Her breathing, her sighing. It took everything in his power not to follow her around like the lost puppy dog that he was whenever she was around. It seemed strange that it hadn’t even been that long that she’d been in his life. That she had known that she was his mate. Everything had moved so fast. He wanted to spend all of his time with her. But he couldn’t do that.
He had to give her space.
Which was why it was barely even night, and he was pacing back and forth outside of her room. He knew that she was fine. She had unpacked, and she was reading. Landry could feel her though. He could smell her, and he wanted her something fierce. It was t
