Sixty Eight

WOUNDED

Magdalene's pov

Awaiting Geneva, we made no move yet. He should get here pretty well and let's get this all started. Not like am loosing my patience already but checking my wristwatch occasionally kept telling me we are wasting the time which isn't even our side. Running my fingers through my hair, thereafter I crossed my arms over my chest.

The moment I saw Geneva joined us, I was both relieved and petrified. If he never left, it meant that he heard the entire conversation, which also meant he heard me call him my mate. I hadn’t brought that idea up to him out of fear. I didn’t know if vampires had the equivalent of a mate, and I was afraid of scaring him away.

I studied his face, trying to figure out what was going on in his head. The fact that he was here was a good sign, but it didn’t make the situation any less embarrassing. Geneva's eyes met mine, and I could feel my face burning. I quickly turned to Xavier and tried to focus on him instead.

“You never left,” Xavier sa