Charlotte stares at the black sky and tries to sort out the bubble of worry floating in her heart. She closes her eyes as she hears the footsteps of her mate.
Within seconds, the door of her room opens and she is engulfed in warmth as Azraiel’s arms circle her waist. She smiles as he places a sweet kiss on her shoulder and buries his face in her neck. Her back arches and her neck move to the side as the first instinct.
They silently enjoy each other’s company as the night darkens and the stars twinkle brighter.
“What are you thinking?” Azraiel mumbles in her ear but doesn’t let her go.
Charlotte chuckles. “How do you know I am thinking?”
“I can tell.” Azraiel kisses her ear.
“I-I was thinking about the shift, Azraiel.” Charlotte sobers up. It’s better that she has this conversation with him now.
She turns in his arms and faces him. “I have a request…in case…in case I don’t make it after the shift.”
“Don’t say that.” His voice breaks as he palms her cheek.
