Chapter Eight

"Oh, am I not going to get a moment of rest?" I stated.

"Hmmm, not anymore. If you have been doing that lately, it won't be anymore." He said, as he kissed my forehead.

"Have you not gotten enough hug already? We have been hugging for fifteen minutes now. You must surely have work to do." I complained, even though I wanted the moment to last. Being with him somehow made me feel good, and I felt guilty because of Dad.

"You are my mate. You come first in my life, and so every other thing comes next." He replied, and I felt really glad.

"But you don't know who I am. What I have been through. You know absolutely nothing, so how come you tell me I am your mate?" I said, drawing away to look at him. His eyes told me he weren't joking, that he was being sincere. I swallowed when I saw the intensity of his look, it was as if he was asking more. And more isn't what I was going to give.

He lifted my face, and he lowered his face to mine because he was taller than I am. The difference wasn't