They’d been given a guest suite. There was no question they’d spend the night together. If truth be told, she was a little nervous. She’d dreamt of this moment for such a long time and fate had claimed them to be mates. Dji was better. She could feel it. It was odd because she shouldn’t feel this connected to him without the mate bond, but she was. Once they’d left Africa, Dji had relaxed. She knew it had to do with the burial of the Vessel. She was happy it was out of their lives for good. Tomorrow they had a meeting with Russ, but tonight was theirs, if they could get past being so tired. “Dji—we can wait—” “We could, but I want you, Ive. I haven’t felt this strongly in a very long time. Every fibre of my being is saying it wants you. I don’t know if it’s the smart thing to do right now, but I don’t care. I need you in my arms.” “Thank God.” Ive walked over to Dji and stepped into his arms.
