Chapter 12

Anything was better than the quiet and thinking too much. “Go for it.”

“What’s a familiar?”

Well, anything but that. His typing slowed, then stopped, and he rose from the chair, desperate to get out of the room. “Martin didn’t tell you?”

Alec tracked his pacing. “No. He only said Graham was his, and you were going to be mine. What does that mean?”

“I think Martin should be the one to explain all this.”

“I’d like for you to tell me.”

An unmistakable yearning seeped through Alec’s tone, enough to draw Rowan to a stop on the far side of the bed. Having the large piece of furniture between them didn’t actually help much, but the distance aided in clearing his head.

“You’re not going to like it,” he warned.

“Let me be the judge of that.”