No. She couldn’t say the word. It was impossible. How had this happened?
Liam nodded. “A vampire.”
There was that remorse again. She distinctly heard it.
“But there’s more,” he added—sheepishly, too, if she was using this newer, more defined sense of hearing correctly.
Freya held up a hand. “I want to say shitty things that make sense right now, but I’m afraid they’ll just be a bunch of guttural sounds instead of the cutting barbs I want to hurl right—in—your—face! So just spit it all out!”
Liam leaned back on his haunches. “You sure?”
She almost screamed a response, but the idea hurt her ears too much to consider. “Say it!”
Liam’s next words were hushed, solemn. “You’re also my mate. My forever mate.”