“Yeah. He is, and worse? Tristram believes it’s his fault that Finn disappeared in the first place.”
Dallon released a heavy sigh. “Damn. Seems everyone around us is finding their mates. Rhine, Rory, Remy… Hell, fuckingGageof all people found his fated mate. Never thought that’d happen.” He cocked his head. “Have you met yours yet?”
I knew it was coming, but it still hit me like a sucker punch. I kept my expression carefully blank. For a moment, I stared at him. “No.” The lie tasted sour on my tongue. “And even if I had? I’m not exactly mate material. I’d probably send my fated running for the hills.”
He snorted. “Right. Like anyone in their right mind would be stupid enough to run fromyou.”
“Why?”
Dallon crossed his arms over his chest and pinned me with a “duh” look. “Have you looked in a mirror lately? Pretty sure your mate would take one look at you and fall to their knees.” He smirked. “I know I would, if you know what I mean. Ah, well, I should probably head back before Rhine has an aneurysm.”
“Yeah,” I choked out.
“Hey, Arias?” He turned back around to face me. “Thanks.”
I watched him go, but his words whispered through my mind, lingering there. Taunting me with thoughts of Dallon on his knees in front of me, his cocoa eyes filled with desire and lust.
I wish.