The throbbing ache between her legs was a noticeable difference. Caramia felt the sharpness of it when she sat up. Her eyes swept around the room, realizing Orion wasn't in bed with her. Instead, all she felt was loneliness at the emptiness. Shivering, she swallowed, wondering where he ran off to.
She bit her bottom lip. More important things than babysitting you, she scolded herself with an aggravated sigh. Orion was a busy vampire. Both Orion and her brother were politicians, incredibly involved with vampiric society. Her heartbeat thudded in her chest, wondering if it had all been a dream. Had they really completed the matebond? Was she really Orion's actual mate?
She tentatively reached up and touched the fresh bite marks on her neck that had now become scars next to the old ones. Her fingers shook as she traced the scarred tissue. Rising from the bed, she peered at the mirror, eyeing Orion's claim in the reflection.
