Greyson’s POV
“That was remarkably close to a confession, brother.”
Ace’s voice drifted across the kitchen the exact second the heavy oak doors clicked shut behind Callie, punctuated by the sharp, metallic clatter of his silver butter knife dropping onto the marble island. I didn’t flinch, nor did I turn away from the empty doorway where she had just been standing.
“A reckless slip of control, Greyson,” Nate added from the far end of the counter, his tone laced with genuine, brotherly disapproval as he set his tablet down. “We explicitly agreed to ease her into the reality of her magic before dropping the heavy, eternal weight of the mate bond on her shoulders. Her mind and body are already pushed to the breaking point. Adding the pressure of a predestined soul-bond is a risk we cannot
