I watched him in silence as he stood in front of the mirror, sliding his arms into his jacket, his movements calm—too calm.
“Well?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. “Aren’t you going to say something? Or... I don’t know, do something?”
He didn’t flinch, just met my gaze in the mirror.
After everything Adanna said—about the bond, the ritual—he had simply nodded and said he needed to go to the border. I knew it was important. I knew his responsibilities came first. But still... it stung, and this is me we're talking about. same me who couldn't give up the V card to previous lovers, but I guess him being my mate makes the difference, cause the truth was I wanted him. Badly, now that I think about it.
I shifted on my feet. “I get it, alright? The war, the rogues, the witches. But
