But it was gone as quickly as it appeared.
"Fine," he muttered, stepping back slightly. His tone returned to its cold, detached form. "If you’re so determined to leave, move to the guest quarters. But we can’t make it obvious yet."
I crossed my arms. "After we sever the bond, I’ll-…"
He didn’t let me finish.
"No," he cut in harshly. "Not yet. My grandmother’s surgery comes first. She can’t know about this. Neither can the pack."
He turned away for a moment, his hand running through his dark hair in frustration. When he looked back, the fire in his golden eyes had dimmed, but only slightly.
"Do you think I want to explain this?" His tone was pointed.
"I wasn’t planning on making things difficult," I replied, though my own fire was fading too. "I’ll wait. For her."
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