After a shower and some food, I collapsed on Dastien’s bed.
A towel was wrapped around his waist, but as water dripped down his abs, I found it hard to concentrate.
“Let me get dressed.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. We’d have time for us later. Now was not the moment. He opened and shut some drawers. “Dressed,” he said, and I opened my eyes.
You okay? He asked through the bond, and I felt his wave of concern.
The bond is back. I really like being able to do this creepy, silent-talking thing with you.
He leaned down, brushing a kiss against my forehead. “Now, tell me something.”
“What?”
“What did you know about the fight before it started? There was something—and now I feel your guilt through the bond. So, spill.”
I didn’t see what good it would do to spill, but it wasn’t like I could
