“No, even more intriguing.” Ellis chuckled. “I think he’s found his mate.”
“What?” All amusement fled from Gilbert’s face as he focused on Nash. “What happened?”
The air stuck in Nash’s throat, hot and cold traveled his body.
“He can’t stop thinking about the odd bird—” The words died on Ellis’ tongue, his brows scrunching into a frown. “The blond you tried to eat in the pub.”
Gilbert winced.
“It’s not that!” He couldn’t stop thinking about Arlo, and right now he was somewhere out there, alone. Unprotected
“It’s exactly that. He watched over him all night into Saturday and when he left, the desire to be around him was so intense he jumped to the conclusion the poor guy had hexed him.”
“He might have. He’s not human.” Nash rubbed his chest. It was getting unbearable.
Gilbert scratched the stubble on his chin. “If he’s your mate—”
“What does it even mean?” Nash hadn’t meant to shout, but his claws were growing out again.