“I’m still confused,” Elizabeth muttered. “Charanel is my
soul mate?”
“Yes. Your souls are compatible. He loves you already, just
like you love him,” Bella smiled, taking Elizabeth’s hands.
My sister pulled her hands back. “Love him? I don’t even
know him! I want to know him better, but I can’t say that I love him,”
Elizabeth said shortly, shaking her head aggressively. “Plus, I have to hail
Harry and tell him that our ‘break’ is more permanent than I thought. I can’t
very well start something new until that’s been dealt with. You know?”
“I don’t know,” Bella replied, her head cocked to the side.
“I’ve only ever loved Edward.”
“Eddie, please tell me you understand,” Elizabeth whined,
taking my hands.
“I do, but until you have had your mating ceremony, you and
Charanel must be chaperoned. You cannot kiss until the ceremony. It begins the
mating bond and it escalates. Quickly,” I chided.
“Chaperone, ugh!
And no kissing,” she mumbled. She sat back on the couch, crossing her legs and
pouting slightly. With an angry huff, she relented. “Got it.” She looked at me.
“Will our mating ceremony happen as quickly as yours?”
“Probably not, Elizabeth,” Bella answered. “Edward and I are
te’atée mates. Our souls were
intertwined and needed to fuse, reunite. That coupled with his being human
forced our mating ceremony to occur very quickly. According to Marcusi, if we
didn’t complete the mating bond within a week after our arrival on Forx, we’d
both be dead.”
“And by mating bond, you mean sex,” Elizabeth said, arching
a brow. She grinned saucily.
“Yes,” I nodded. “It completes the connection between you
and your mate.”
“And with time, that bond becomes stronger,” Bella added.
“You’ll have to experience the genetic enhancements like Edward to lengthen
your life. It’s a simple injection taken once a month.”
“Whoa! How long do you live?” Elizabeth asked, her eyes
wide.
“Between two hundred and two hundred and fifty years,” Bella
replied. “And our years are longer than yours, as well.”
“My head is about to explode,” she moaned, leaning forward
and massaging her temples. “I can’t …”
The door to my office opened and Charanel barreled through
with Senator J’ran on his heels. Charanel sat down next to my sister and
tenderly wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her hair. His spots glowed and
my sister snuggled to his side, her arms sliding around his middle. Charanel
whispered in Cygnarian, his fingers brushing through her blonde hair. With each
caress, Elizabeth settled more. And Charanel started purring. “Do you feel
better, Elizabeth?” Bella asked.
“Yeah. Not so out of sorts,” she replied, looking up at
Charanel with adoration. He smiled softly, pressing a sweet kiss to her
forehead. “Is it because I’m near you?”
Charanel nodded, staring into Elizabeth’s eyes.
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