Intricate.
Layered.
Strategic.
Brilliant.
I fondled his mental strands and sighed in contentment as I swam from one thought to the next. He felt me inside his mind, his amusement at my exploration evident in the exterior section of his psyche.
He encouraged me to dig deeper, to see him in a way no one else ever had. Because he suspected I might just be the only person who could truly understand.
He was right.
Our minds were absolutely compatible, something we would never have confirmed without our connection.
I sensed how much he cherished the uniqueness of our mating. Neither of us planned for this, but it made sense in every rational review of our situation.
He wanted to keep me forever.
He felt unworthy because of what had happened with Lajos.
But he also vowed never to make that mistake again—something both our minds agreed was better than any apology he could voice.
I considered his perspective on our mating, the practical manner in which he decided we should pursue it long-term.
We strengthened each other. I provided him with a mental playground to bounce ideas around on, and he gifted me immortality and protection.
A pragmatic relationship.
But there was an aspect I disliked.
Monogamy.
Jace… wasn’t monogamous.
Yet I could sense from his memories of Lajos that sharing me would never be an option. Which meant he intended for me to be faithful.
But what about him? Would Jace be faithful to me?
He heard me ponder those questions, his mind stirring up an array of responses that left me uneasy inside. Mostly because he didn’t seem to know.
I opened my eyes, the world dark and sensual as I found myself in bed beside Jace.
He didn’t speak, his gaze studying mine as he balanced on his elbow beside me.
I wanted to tell him that the notion of sharing him bothered me. Except I couldn’t define why.
Yes, he was my mate. Our minds were married as well as our souls. But what about our hearts?
Did either of us want a romantic connection? A love match? Was that even possible for someone like me or him?
He cupped my cheek, his lips curling into a soft smile. “Blue.”
My forehead crinkled. “Blue?” It came out a little rusty, sort of like a croak.
He reached around me to retrieve a glass of water from the nightstand and brought it to my mouth. “Drink.”
I didn’t question him. I parted my lips and allowed the cool liquid to drizzle down my sore throat. It provided an almost instant relief, reviving me in a manner I hadn’t expected.
