Aalyan
Aalyan blinked, letting his arm fall by his side. “Me leaving you?” he asked.
“To go to the Leopards,” Ghian muttered, but it was a pointless evasion.
“You were really worried,” Aalyan said slowly. It was perfectly absurd, Aalyan could no more leave his bondmate than he could separate himself from his limbs—in fact, only the latter would be possible, if only in very extreme circumstances. It hadn’t even crossed his mind to. “I... I wouldn’t do that.”
“I know,” Ghian agreed. “You’ve got no other choice.”
“No!” The word came out of his throat like a whip, fast enough to ache. “I do.” He was breathing fast and Ghian was staring at him, clearly startled. “I do. Not any good choices, but it doesn’t matter because I wouldn’t leave you. I made you a promise and I won’t take it back.”
