CHAPTER NINETY FIVE

Vincent pov

Enya can call me an asshole. She can throw a fit or try to run again, but none of her actions will have any bearing on the decision I made long ago. On the way here, I thought I'd give her a chance, a little more time to think things over, but as fate keeps bringing us together, I don't think that's necessary anymore. 

She looks at me wide-eyed, but her gaze is so fixed on my belt that I don't think Enya's listening to a word I say. It's been a while since I found out she is my destined mate, but the mate bond works on her the same as it does on me. It's pretty weird, but I won't be the one to complain. As long as she's as obsessed with me as I am with her, we'll get through anything. 

I take a step closer to her, which seems to bring her back to reality. Enya