"Annabelle, you know that I love you, right?" He inquired, and she nodded.
"You're a virgin, right?" She nodded slowly, still staring into his frustrated blue eyes.
"I may hurt you really bad Annabelle, I'm scared of what I might do to you. And if Jace takes control he would be very hard on you because he hadn't mated for quite a while. You're young, little, I'll admit. I'm much elderly than you, there's a big age gap. You haven't done this before, your body hasn't adjusted to this, it's like a sudden change you'll have. I'm feeling scared for you," He said with worry clearly evident in his eyes as he held her face in his palm, caressing it.
"How old are you?" she asked. He hesitated but answered honestly, "I'm twenty-five."
"The age gap isn't that large; it's just eight years difference"
"Just eight? You always surprise me, little mate. Werewolves don't consider age when mating, but you're not a werewolf; you're a kid."
