Nicholas
I feel anxious today, and that woman's face still plagues me. The way she fell from that damn tree into my arms, how she hung onto me, and her smell, she smells nice_ like lavender and peppermint. 
She fucking hit me with a shoe, I suddenly recall. Does she know who I am? I'd punish her for that, but I didn't want to waste my breath on her. 
Mate. I snort thinking about that. That brat can't be my mate. 
But she is, my subconscious barks. 
No, I don't want her. I ...