If You Go, We're Done

Kenna

“Don’t say anything else,” Evander growls.

The sanctuary of the willow tree darkens to the point I can barely see his eyes gleaming in the faint moonlight filtering through the leaves. He takes a step toward me, trying to close the distance between us again.

“We have to. You don’t want this.”

“You have no idea what I want.”

“Then tell me,” I cut in, my breath catching. “Because I can’t–I can’t pretend like everything is okay anymore. What do you want? If it’s not me, then we need to reject each other!”

“I want you. I want you more than anything, Kenna. You are all I think about. You are on my mind every second of every day–the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I think about before I fall asleep and dream about you. I can’t get you out of my head.”

“That’s what the mate bond is, isn’t it? An all consuming, wholly encompassing–”

“The way I feel about you has nothing to do with the mate bond.”

My mind goes blank. All I can see is him, and all I can hear are his