Page 18 of Lost in the Fog

Knur sighed and kept eating but slowly to savour the layers that blended into a very pleasant sensation. “I met my mate today. She’s alive.”

The room was silent.

“Knur, we heard her fall, we saw her die.”

“Her other form is fog.”

The men stared at him, understanding flaring in their eyes.

Knur smiled as his phone went nuts. Zhin was pelting questions at him, and Knur started laughing. Zhin had shared his name in the human world. Sorrow for losing their mate days after meeting her and being helpless to save her.

He typed in,Guess we need to find her a house?He sent surveillance camera images of Pandora in both her forms.

She doesn’t look the same.

She was made of mist for a few years. She doesn’t remember her own face. She had to guess. She remembers falling with the male holding her and remembers that he did not stick the landing, in her words.

That sounds like her.

He explained his demand that she contact him every eight hours, and he shared the starting text.

I am crying. That’s her. I thought she was gone.

She is back. Are you still willing to be her mate?

Of course. Right. We need a list. I am good at lists. When can I see her?

She has a speaking engagement at her goddaughter’s school. It’s career day. She is meeting with Teyval’s mate the day after. So, we could seek her out tomorrow night?

That sounds like she won’t be expecting us.

She won’t. I put a psychic tracer on her. I admit to being out of practice, but I can feel her.

Zhin said,I will have listings ready for us. What is our budget?

Whatever it takes. She survived for us; we are not going to cut corners.

Understood. Something nice, roomy, but not tacky, and suitable for children in the long run.

That’s it.

Heh. I am going shopping. We have a mate again.

We have a mate again.

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