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“This is real,”he said, and kissed meagain.

The primal intensityof the moment was fading, but the yearning for him was still there, like an afterglow. My head spun. I didn’t know it was possible for feelings for someone to get that strong so quickly. The reality of the situation was starting to dawn onme.

“Christophe…”

“Yes, Mason?”

“Are we going to be okay?”

Iwas still me,he was still him. We still belonged to different worlds. Would a fated mark change that? We knew the mark was real, but would anyone else? Would anyonecare?

“Yes,”he said. “Of course. This can be our place. Our secret place. We’ll make things work. I’ll find away.”

Iwasn’tsure what to make of that answer. Could fated mates really stay hidden? Was that something that could be asecret?

Ihadto trust that this would work. After all, hadn’t fate brought us together? The mark proved it, right? I had to believe that was true, because I was in too deep. I hugged him close. I didn’t want him to see mydoubt.