Almila
I woke up, my hand brushed over the empty space beside me. He wasn't there.
Sunlight filtered through the window and stung my eyes, forcing me to slowly sit up. The haze of sleep faded, and what I had felt the night before began whispering again at the edge of my mind. I pulled the soft white sheet closer around myself and ran my fingers through my hair.
My focus was slipping.
That man was distracting me.
I couldn't afford to forget my purpose, yet my days were spent thinking about everything except it. And for most of those thoughts, he was at the center.
Why did he have to be my fated mate?
It only made everything harder.
Those ocean-blue eyes kept slipping into my thoughts, as if they had sworn to remain there, refusing to leave my mind. It felt as though they were about to ruin everything.
That realization was beginning to frighten me.
