[Lynsandra, I can tell you who it was. However, you have to give me your word that once I do, you'll let him claim you.]
Lynsandra sat in the backseat of the car, her gaze fixed on the window as her mind drifted back to Enlly's words from three nights ago.
Enlly had confirmed that she knew who the man from that night was—and in exchange, offered her something that was difficult to refuse.
Lynsandra had almost agreed without a second thought.
Almost.
For her, all she truly needed was the reason he hadn't marked her. And now that she had that answer, she could survive not knowing who her mate was.
Her reasoning had been simple.
If he truly is my mate… then I'm certain I'll fall for him organically, whether I know it's him or not.
[You are still just as hopelessly romantic.]
Thinking back on her reply — and the quiet chuckle that followed from her wolf — Lynsandra felt her lips curve upward.
