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Lucy

“Yes, I have…had a mate.” He released a sigh and let go of my top.

He turned away to go seat on the bed, his shoulders were suddenly drooped in despair. He ran angry hands over his face, then raised sad, despaired eyes to look at me.

Pity for him tugged my heart. But I could not go anywhere near him, not when I was also a mess inside.

“She made me believe in love.” He started.

A short silence followed. He glanced at me. His phone began to ring. He went to the other side to pick it from the bedside table. I watched him slide a finger over the screen to turn it off.

“Come, let me make you something to drink.” I cleared my throat and approached the entrance of my bedroom, expecting him to follow me.

I knew now that ,there was a lot to discuss and he was determined to get answers. Also, I needed to know who this his mate was. Ex-mate. Dead and gone.

“I’m curious to know who she was too, Lucy.” Laia said from my head.

She was resting in a quite gloomy position. She was also feeling