Troy:
For some reason, Fauna's words struck me. As she stepped away, Haiden continued to grunt about her audacity, while I stared in indifference, wondering if what shaped our existence was different from hers.
"Come on, don't think too much about her. She's crazy," Haiden remarked, rolling his eyes at her.
"Are you sure she is?" I asked, watching him raise his eyebrow at me. "I mean, I just want to say that I'm kind of debating whether I am that clingy person too."
The minute I said that, Haiden gestured with his hand and rose from the bed again. He moved to a chair, pulled another seat closer to the floor lamp in front of me, and sat facing me.
"Don't think about it. She's our mate. That is the difference," he explained.
As he tried to explain, it sounded like a bunch of excuses, to be honest.
