Archer
"Fated mates?" I gulped.
She placed her glass down on the table. "Yeah, I thought it was fitting" she shrugged her shoulders as she watched a butterfly glide past her and land on one of the tulips.
"Why's that?" I asked. A heat began to rise from deep inside me. Did she know? was she accepting the bond? God how did this woman become so powerful over me.
"I think if your kind" she paused and exhaled a loud breath in disbelief. "If our kind I should say, found their fated mate. It would be important for them to stay together wouldn't it?" She began cutting into her food. I did the same trying to act as normal as possible.
"Yeah I would say that would be best, definitely. Once you have found your mate if you were to go your separate ways it could have disastrous consequences. I m
