Xavier gazed down at his mate, watching as her face went from curious to horror. He knew somehow, he was the cause and that fact was like a stab in his heart.
“The name’s Xavier Wilder.” Xavier said, holding out a hand. “I really hope you can tutor me.”
He hoped that by being friendly towards her would help ease the coldness she was directing at him. But that didn’t seem to be the case.
“Clare Flora.” Clare replied with dislike as she placed her hand into his.
As soon as their skin touched something sparked and Xavier felt a tingle go up his arm. He loved the feel of her soft hand in his but all too quickly it ended, Clare swiftly pulling her hand out of his.
Xavier wondered if she had felt the same while holding hands. Did she even know they were mates?
“Now that we’ve met, I think
