[Samara]
“I wish I knew what to say, Heather,” I admitted softly, and she groaned loudly. “What? I’m serious,”
“You’re supposed to tell me you will find out,” she complained, and I frowned.
“What do you want me to find out?” I asked.
“Find out if I am his mate!” she exclaimed, and I was grateful that she had her eyes closed as she leaned back against the couch.
“Um…ok,” I said. I wasn’t sure what she would do once she found out, so I decided to question her about it. “And what if you aren’t his mate?”
“Then nothing, it doesn’t matter,”
“And if you are?”
“Then…then I don’t know, but at least I’ll be able to explain this weird feeling I have toward him, you know? I feel like…I feel like I’ve known him my whole life. Like I can be…myself in every way. It’s the strangest thing…but yo
