““Zev finished drying his body, hung his towel, and then headed into Jonah’s bedroom. He noted the stacks of boxes in the corner, Jonah’s belongings ready for his move, and felt a stab in his chest. With a hand pressing down against his heart, Zev settled into Jonah’s bed and thought about how to handle the situation facing him. True mates didn’t separate. Not ever, not for any length of time.””