CLARE POV
Okay… so this mate thingy works even if there isn't any love?
I sipped the coffee slowly, letting the warmth burn down my throat, grounding me just enough to stop the wave of spiraling thoughts. They were still there—threatening to choke me—but at least now they whispered instead of screamed.
Great.
Just freaking great.
I was linked to these two unbearable creatures by some ancient magical biological bond that didn't even care if I liked them, let alone loved them.
So I'm magically, spiritually, biologically, or whatever-the-hell-ly bound to two unbearable supernatural creatures who keep glaring at each other like they're seconds away from ripping out each other's throats. And not in a sexy vampire-wolf-fantasy way either. No, this is pure, raw, territorial hatred, wrapped up in two walking, breathing, muscle-packed nightmares.
Gods help me.
Apparently, I'm the universe's punchline.
W
What a mess.
