Twenty-Six
BPOV
"As much as I would love to keep you alive, to dine on the feast that your blood offers me, I think it best to change you."
"Change me?" His face is full of questions. I can only imagine what he might be thinking.
"Yes, Edward." I cannot help but allow a ray of hope to burst within me. Could he be interested in what I have to offer?
Could he be interested in me?
"But, why?"
"I don't want to scare you."
"Too late for that."
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Not knowing how to explain this to him, to explain how my kind is mated to another…my mind shoots off in a thousand directions.
You could just tell him.
Everything in me wants him, more than his blood, more than his body. But I fear for his rejection of me.
His heartbeat is grounding me from fleeing. At this moment, I am not sure if I can handle hearing what he has to say once I tell him.
I steel myself as I attempt to explain.
"For my kind, there is only one match for each of us; a mate."
The seconds tick by as I watch his face, a moment of shock, then understanding, a calm.
"I'm your…mate?"
I nod.
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