“We’ll see you on Monday.” my mother tells me.
“I’m not staying in the city.” I remind her.
“Yes, you are, sweetie. You just refuse to admit it,” she says, wondering off before I can answer. Glaring at her retreating figure, I start the car.
The drive to the city takes twice as long because I am trying to delay the inevitable. By the time I reach Axton’s packhouse, he is standing out front, his arms folded across his bare chest. I roll my eyes, why does he have to be half-naked? I growl in annoyance when Lexa answers me.
“He came back from a run. He didn’t think you were coming, and it set Khan off,” she tells me.
“You can’t know that!” I state.
“I can because the stupid bond gets stronger by the day now he has marked us. I have been catching glimmers of it through this one-sided
