“I don’t want to hurt you,” . “But I have to tell you the truth.”
He stayed silent.
I swallowed hard.
“He’s my mate,” I whispered.
Connor’s shoulders went rigid.
But before I could stop myself, before I could soften it or explain or try to make it less cruel, the rest of the truth came tumbling out of my mouth like it had been waiting to be set free.
“And so are you.”
Connor turned slowly. Not quickly. Not with rage. Not with disbelief. But slowly. Like a man trying to convince himself he misheard the end of the world.
“What did you just say to me?” he asked.
I blinked through the burning in my eyes. My throat felt like it was being crushed.
“I didn’t want this to happen,” I said. “I didn’t even think it was real at first. But I feel it.
“I know you feel the bond too, Connor,”
