Ashton's POV 

I could tell Oliver had something on his mind, something he wanted to say, but he kept it to himself. He was probably torn between excitement and worry over his mate. I was happy for him. He is ancient; like, five hundred years old ancient. That’s a long time to wait for your other half. I sent a quiet prayer up to the Goddess, asking her to bless him. I hoped his mate would be willing to become a vampire like him. That way, they could live out the rest of their lives ...