Page 66 of Midnight Mate
“Then it’s a good thing you don’t have to.”
“A mate for a mate,” I repeated Delphine’s words, finally beginning to understand. “You had to choose me too.”
She nodded. “I think we needed the bond on both ends in order to heal each other.”
I blew out a breath. “I’m glad it worked.”
“Me too. That was actually easier than I ever expected.”
“You did complete the transition faster than I’ve ever seen,” I admitted.
She smirked. “So what you’re saying is I’m a badass.”
I shook my head. “Maybe. Speaking of, I can’t believe you jumped off that table and stabbed that asshole in the neck.”
Her smirk became a smile that lit up her whole face. “It was kind of awesome, wasn’t it?”
“It was reckless and stupid,” I said, and she scowled. “He could have killed you.”
“But he didn’t. I killed him.”
“Actually,Ikilled him.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Are we really going to fight about that? Now?”
I grinned. “I would fight about anything with you. Especially if it means making up after.”
“You’re crazy.”
I kissed her. “I’m crazy about you.”
“The feeling’s mutual.”
“Easton.”
The male voice was unexpected and, although definitely not Travis’s, still made me want to stab something right now. Huh. Maybe that was a mate thing.
I twisted to look at the newcomer, shielding Cat’s body with my own.
“Tobias,” I said warily. He was shirtless and winded, and I was sure he’d only just now shifted back to two legs after running here.
“Angus tracked me down. Explained there was trouble.” He nodded at Cat. “Evening.”
Cat eased out of my hold, but I stayed within reach.
“Tobias, this is Cat. Cat, Tobias.”
“Hello,” she said, and I could hear the wary note in her tone. Her wolf wasn’t ready for an outsider yet.
Tobias glanced between us and then past us to where I knew he had smelled the blood. “Everything okay out here? You two need some help?”
I jerked my chin toward the cabin. “One of yours in there. Travis Burns.”
“You said you’d bring him to me if there was trouble,” Tobias said.
“Yeah, well, Travis had other plans.”
Tobias looked at the angry red marks on my chest and hip left over from Travis’s claws. “He do that?”
