"Sev, What did you say?" Ken crawls off of him, staring at him with his wide lavender orbs, teeth gracing his bottom lip in a way it always does when he is nervous. Why is he nervous?
"I found my mate." Severo repeated his words for him, "I found her when I was ready to die. She rescues me, Ken. She rescues me from the guilt that eats me alive after all those horror-filled days." His eyes search for Ken's, "One day, Ken. My rut only lasts one day. Would you believe it?"
Ken is silent. He won't even look at Severo anymore as he fidgets with the hem of his silk shirt. He heard Ken let out a shaky breath before his eyes found Severo's again, "But Sev, I thought—I thought fated mates were all just myth. How is it possible?" The last of his words aren't more than a whisper.
