Book 19: She Was My Mate

Ian

Earlier…

Fraser moves from the far side of the room to the other, his golden eyes locked on mine. He’s plainly dressed, casual, but hyperaware of every breath I take while we go about our usual nightly routine. 

The landing room, one of many in his insanely complicated inner-mountain compound, is colder tonight than it has been since my arrival. Ice crystals shimmer against the moonlight, painting the balcony in shades of silver and white. 

Inside, a fire roars in the hearth, but it’s not warm enough to stop chills from skittering up and down my spine. 

A new scar formed an hour ago. It was painless. 

“Anything?”

I shake my head. “I’m not sure.” I scrub my hand over my forearm where the original m