I finish my last bite of bagel and pick up my napkin, wiping both of my hands and my mouth. “That was delicious. Thank you for the meal,” I tell Tyler. He smiles happily. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Do you want to go home now or will you stay here?” I pause to think. I can’t trust him. He hasn't mistreated me yet, but I just can’t forget all those days I sat in the dungeon, waiting for him to come speak with me. I contemplate rejecting Tyler, but remember what my parents had told me when I was younger. “What is a mate?” I had asked my mom. “Your mate is the person you are meant to be with forever, your other half, your soulmate,” she told me. “You have the choice of accepting or rejecting your mate. However, be cautious about rejecting your mate because a rejection is permanent.” I nodded, not entirely understanding what she meant. “Your mother is right,” my dad joined in. “You should never reject your mate for their first couple of mistakes. Wait three time
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