I got calls every day, whether they were morning, noon or night. And each one that passed it seemed harder to say goodbye, on both sides.
But he said he was coming home today, Sunday. And it was going to be late so me and my sisters planned on going to go and see the witch in the afternoon after we all slept in, and then make it back here and I would get ready for Mark to get here.
And I was already driving to the outskirts so we could all meet up with Clarissa. "And she can tell me who my mate is?"
"She can tell you little things about him... like mine has a little sister." A had gone with a lighter approach and I looked over at her as she went through a magazine with her sunglasses on.
"Is that all she could tell you?"
"And that he is a warrior, which probably means he is like Mark.
