Every eye in the courtyard was on us.
I took his hand.
The moment our skin touched, electricity shot through the bond. My wolf surged with joy, finally, finally making contact with our mate. Sparks danced across my nerve endings, making me gasp. The sensation was pure energy—white-hot and overwhelming, racing from where his palm pressed against mine up through my arm and into my chest where the bond lived.
Darius's eyes flashed gold. He felt it too. I watched the color bleed through his irises, swallowing the green until they glowed like molten metal in the dim light.
"Come on," he said softly, his fingers closing around mine. Warm. Steady. His grip was firm without being crushing, calloused palm rough against my softer skin. "Before you change your mind."
