I sat up, my head on the bed board, watching Noura struggle with her words.

“Promise... You won't leave me even when you find your fated mate.” Her words were a low whisper.

I laughed, an amusing one. Noura raised her brows like she didn't expect the reaction.

“What's funny?”

“Your question.” I pinched her nose bridge. “And you?”

“Huh?”

“You won't leave me when your fated mate comes?”

Noura slid up so her face was a few inches from mine. “I don't need a fated ...