The vision of Kael seated so cosily with Grace felt like it was etched upon the inside of my brain. I could not shake the image; and the sad thing was, they looked good together. Her beautiful blond curls a startling contrast to his dark hair. But, as I had made my way toward them, I could not rid myself of the mantra within my mind 'He is mine.'
That mantra seemed to echo as I had returned to the kitchen with aching feet. Moving along the garden pathways as fast as my feet would carry me. I enjoyed the effects of the matebond and the tantalising scent of his as it tickled at my senses. The matebond was doing all it was meant to me. Drawing me in. Making me want him. While Kael seemed resistant. Oblivious. Or completely repulsed by the bond.
