The little bell above the door announced his entrance as Azriel walked into the small library. He nodded towards the old female behind the counter in greeting before he disappeared between the shelves.

A sigh escaped his lips, and he furrowed his eyebrows as he began to search for the book Amren needed. 'Why couldn't she go herself?' He thought as he walked deeper into the store.

The Spymaster walked past a few piles of books that stood in the corner and stopped suddenly. He inhaled deeply and almost groaned as a scent hit his nostrils. Azriel couldn't describe it, but the scent was addictive. Slowly, he walked closer to the pile of books and peeked over it. Hiding behind the books, sat a young beautiful female on the ground. Her face was hidden behind a book, but the male knew she had to be breathtaking.

He cleared his throat, and as she looked up, the mating bond snapped into place. Mate. She was his mate. His.