Daphne
Watching Nash say goodbye to his sister was painful. I could feel his conflicting emotions vibrating through the mate bond like the string of a guitar being plucked when slightly out-of-tune. Rose also looked awkward and uncertain as she stood in front of the tall, muscular stranger that was her half-brother.
Finally, she muttered, “f***k it,” and threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her cheek against his chest.
Nash stiffened and looked momentarily panicked, like he didn’t know what to do with the small, soft creature that was suddenly stuck to him.
Please, please hug her back, I begged silently.
I held my breath for a tense moment before he softened and wrapped her in a warm hug. “This will take some getting used to,” Nash mumbled.
“Sure,”
