Even that smooth contact was an irritation to hyperaware and deprived senses. He stood up and glared at the heavy locked shutters, knew attempting sleep would be a frustrating waste of time. Nightfall was hours away and Winter needed him. Not that she’d ever admit it.He recalled the night they met. At first, his fury had made no sense. What did he care if a hybrid acting stupidly engaged three demons on her own? But the ease with which their minds connected, the way he was drawn back to hers over and over again, not to mention his body’s immediate and aching reaction to her, made it clear. She was his mate and she had risked her life with no thought at all. It’d taken him a full week to get control of his rage.He’d stayed away the past few weeks because he’d known after his time in her unguarded mind that she would resist him if he tried to claim her right away. She didn’t believe that as a woman born human she had a destined mate. Hell, he’d had a hard time accepting it himself.
