Feyre’s POV
My mate. I tried to refrain myself from squealing out loud as I jumped atop the bed, my hair fanning out as I lay on the mattress.
Gabriel was my mate! He had to be! Everything the book had described, the pull I felt towards him, the way it seemed like I could feel his presence anytime he was near, everything!
I rolled around on the bed until I found a more comfortable position, my grin not leaving my face. I was smiling so much that my face was hurting. I was in a state of bliss that I could only describe as the swelling of my heart like it was going to burst.
Then just as I was whooping for what felt like another hour or so, the thought sprang to my mind at once, like a lightbulb being switched on. Did Gabriel know, or was I just assuming that he did? I shook my head, sit
