Ivan
"Almost there," I assure as we cross the street to the lodge. Nefera was getting incredibly restless and kept fidgeting and whimpering on my back. It was well after midnight, and they'd probably tell us they couldn't accept us, but I didn't care. There was nowhere else we could go in time. My self-control was at its last thread, and Nefera's had never been there.
If they told us no, I was taking my mate in the lobby, and consequences be damned.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled miserably. I knew that was her rational mind speaking because she wasn't crying or demanding to know why I was rejecting her. The effects of tonight were intense, and I felt them too. "I'm trying to fight it."
"Not much longer, my love." I didn't blame her. I felt the sensation of depression kept hitting me every time I wasn't touching her skin, forcing me to grit my teeth to fight it. It was physically painful to deny my soulmate's need.
