Alice

　　My lungs stopped functioning the moment my mate turned around. Magic is oozing around him—I suspect he has taken some substance to veil his true identity from the others.

　　But I specialize in potions and could see through this type of magic from a mile away. Besides, there is no escaping from the mate-bond once you face your special someone.

　　I wet my lips while my mate absorbs me from his imposing height. He is tall, and I'm suddenly ...