53. Izza Devoe

(Vera)

"If she was dead..." Blaine took a deep breath, his hands quivering. He stood up, and the book fell to the ground. "It would be my fault. I didn't even try to find out the truth. I refused to talk with her when she came to talk about-"

"You were just seventeen."

"I was almost eighteen, there were just three months for my eighteenth birthday, a day I would find my mate, finally, and my dragon felt besotted with her, too and he felt this pull towards her, and I had been holding on to the hope that she was mine. My mate. The other part of my soul. I wanted it with everything in me. I wanted her with everything," he whispered as his face morphed into one of grief and pain. It hurt me to see him like that. We had always joked around, and this was the most we had ever talked with each other. Now that he was sharing all of this with me, I felt like he had accepted me as his sister as well.

I squeezed his palm in mine. He had a grateful look in his eyes as he stared back. "That was wh