"Does this mean that every male of our kind has a lifemate? Has a chance to see color again?" Prest asked, feeling less hostile towards Jacob by the passing second, perhaps because the latter has given him hope.
He had thought that he would continue this bleak existence of his till forever or till when he chooses to give up his soul to the dawn. He was sure he wouldn't choose the more bleak existence of the vampires. Zande wouldn't let him come to that point, not with that magical voice of hers.
"Yes, hopefully." Jacob replied with a smile, happy for being a bringer of hope to a kind of creature that he was beginning to accept for himself. And why won't he? Zande was part of them, and she was the only thing that mattered to him at this point.
"So, I have a lifemate? I have someone that would look at me like Zande is looking at you now?" He asked, teasing Zande who blushed and looked away abashedly. She had been caught in her staring conquest.
