Elena's POV

"You're glowing."

I woke up to Clara's voice in my head the next morning. I sat up in bed, running my fingers over the place on my neck that, even now, tingled from Andrew's touch, his kiss, his whispered prayers of my name in his mouth.

"I'm not glowing," I grumbled, but my face felt heated up.

"Yes, you are." Clara sat at the edge of my bed, her arms crossed. " And before you’re off to find your mate-bond, I think we better talk, yes, I do."

I finally turned to look at her. ...