Peaceful days passed by. Everything seemed great, except for one thing. Astrid couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. The sensation clung to her like a shadow, just like the faint yet persistent scent of her mate. At first, anxiety gnawed at her, but she brushed it off. There was no way her mate, probably the Vampire King would come to such a place lwt alone follow her around. Why would he want a mate like her, miserable, abandoned, and barely surviving?
Shaking off the unsettling thoughts, Astrid hurried through the bustling streets. She was heading to the inn where she had been working for the past few weeks when she suddenly collided with someone. The impact nearly sent her stumbling, but a firm hand caught hers just in time.
"I'm really so—" Her words died in her throat as her gaze met the stranger's face. Shock widened her eyes. "You!"
"Yes, me." The man smiled, his grip lingering before he reluctantly let go.
