CHAPTER FIFTY
RESOLVE
THEO’S POV
Amber is talking to me, her hands moving as she outlines what our tutoring schedule might look like, the little furrow in her brow appearing whenever she gets too focused. She probably thinks I’m listening, gods, I should be listening, but all I can do is stare. She has the kind of beauty that has you so enamored you forget to breath. Hell, everything else around you just dissolves into nothingness.
The more I look at her, the more it hits me just how far gone I really am. Whipped doesn’t even cover it. It’s like every word she speaks tangles deeper into my chest, threading through veins I thought were frozen shut long ago.
Forget the bond. Forget that we’re mates. Forget that I noticed her long before I had any right to. None of that matters compared
