-Julien Grayson:
I didn't say anything at first.
I just sat there, staring somewhere between Dad and the floor, my mind trying—failing—to keep up with everything that had just been said. It felt like too much information had been poured into my head all at once, like trying to drink from a river with my hands. Every time I thought I understood one part of it, something else slipped through my fingers.
Four species.
A fox.
A vampire.
An enigma.
A witch.
And now… a mate.
I swallowed slowly, my throat suddenly dry.
It shouldn't have affected me this much. It was his life, his problem, his… destiny or whatever this was. Not mine. I was just sitting next to him, just listening, just… involved because I chose to be.
So why did it feel like something had just pressed down on my chest?
Why did it feel heavy?
Uncomfortable.
Wrong.
