Monday morning dawned bright and early, and when Tobias went for his pre-class run with Francesca, which she insisted on even though he’d already found his mate, he found that the Bramble was laced with Penelope’s scent. He tried to block it out again, but since they’d strengthened their bond it was impossible.
After their chat on Sunday afternoon Francesca offered no further arguments or advice regarding his mate. Toby could tell that she was upset - both for and at him - though she couldn’t possibly be more upset with him than he was at himself. He should have known better than to sleep with his mate. It hadn’t even been a day since he’d seen her last, and he was already craving her touch. How was he going to stay away from her when she was the only thing he could think about?
Worse ye
