CAULDER
I couldn’t breathe as I waited for Harper to respond. She had stopped crying, but now she was just staring blankly at me as she tried to process what I was saying exactly.
“You already know who your mate is?” she asked slowly. I could see the puzzle pieces lining up, and she knew what I was saying. She just didn’t believe it yet.
“On the day of my eighteenth birthday, I felt the shift. I knew you were my mate that morning.” I kept her hands pressed against my chest, hoping that the contact would make her see what I was saying was true.
Her breathing filled the air in the moments of silence, and it was almost agonizing waiting for her next words. “If you knew I was your mate, then why didn’t you say anything before?”
“Because I didn’t want you to feel pressured into dating me,”
