Starla’s lips twitched. “Breaking the news about her new mate should be a cause for celebration.”
He snorted. “You met the guy. He’s not exactly the celebratory type.”
“I’m sure he will grow on you.”
“Yeah, like a weed.”
That made her laugh. “Don’t let him hear you say that. He would definitely make a powerful enemy.”
“Yeah, well. I’m his mate’s twin. He can’t exactly retaliate against me without pissing Ava off. It’s like the ultimate safety loophole.”
She poked him in the chest. “Don’t push your luck. I’d like to grow old with you.”
Chuckling, he kissed her hard. “Don’t worry. You are stuck with me. Now, let’s go home, mate.”
Home.
Such a simple word, and yet, it held such deep meaning.
It wasn’t just a place, but a sense of belonging. After years of loneliness, she had finally found a home. As long as she was with Remy, she would always belong. And that was the greatest aspect of finding her fated mate.