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I hadn't really thought about what it meant to have a mate, but as soon as my mouse saw Lucien, it was like she folded like a house of cards.
I had been so impressed with how calm and cool she had been with the whole situation up to this point that I thought we had finally reached a point where her instincts didn't take over every other second.
But as soon as we heard Lucien's voice, it was like a child finally seeing her parent. I went from a human barely able to turn my head to look at my mate to a four inch mouse, leaping off the bed and scrambling up his arm until I could burrow myself into his neck.
I could feel her body trembling with terror as the monitors started to scream out, now that I was no longer hooked up to them.
"Did she just—" stuttered the woman who had entered the room with my mate. My mouse was stuck wanting to scream at her for being too near my mate and wanting to stay hidden, bathed in his scent.
