Chapter 32 Cracks

• Aphrodite
• My eyes drifted open slowly, and I stared at the concrete ceiling above, blinking to clear the haze of sleep from my eyes. I turned my head to the empty space on the bed beside me and sighed deeply. A pang of loneliness hit me; the thought that I could never have Asher as my mate in every sense of the word dug a deeper hole into my heart.
• I had gotten a taste of the magic of the mate bond I'd only ever heard stories about, and now I wanted more—no, I craved more.