It was frustrating, infuriating even, that he could get under my skin like this. He was supposed to be the bad guy, the one I was wary of, the one who made my life more complicated than it already was. So why did I feel guilty, like I was the one who had done something wrong?
My mind wandered to the old woman I had met a while back, the one who had cornered me in the bus top and started rambling about her mate. Her eyes had been wild and desperate, her voice cracking as she talked about how he had left her, how the bond had driven her to madness.
Was Ethan going to lose his mind because of me?
I groaned and tugged at my hair, frustrated at how messy and overwhelming everything felt. This whole mate thing was getting far too complicated, and I didn’t even know what I was supposed to d
