Cassian
Annabeth.
Our mate's name was Annabeth.
Beautiful name like the person who it belonged to. The name was like the sweetest melody to my ears.
She was perfect. She cleaned our wounds, she patched us, and she fed us. Our mate took care of us. I watched her retreating back as she walked towards the bathroom and my urge to follow her was sky rocketing. I wanted to go there and see her.
When she stripped out of her oversized hoodie, the wet t-shirt was clinging to her like a second skin, her n*****s were hard probably from the cold and visible through the thin material. Her natural scent of strawberries and cream mixed with sweat and a little bit of the rotting smell of rogues, but still she was irresistible.
̔ She is perfect! ̕ Cade exclaimed as we laid our head down on the g
