CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN
Lucas stiffens at that, trailing after me as I leave the bathroom.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
His voice is deliberately hushed to prevent Kayla from waking up.
I sit down on the edge of the bed, looking up at him, “Was anything she said, wrong?”
My voice is tired and I can hear it.
Lucas’s jaw clenches, “You’re my true mate. I would never-“
“Yeah, I know,” I wave off his words. “We’re true mates. We are one being. I know all that. But do you know what else I know?”
He stares at me and I feel my chest throb painfully, my body missing his touch, my pride too strong to beg for it.
“I know that in a time when I should have my mate around me, his anger and pride is so much that if I don’t listen to him, he will prefer to starve me of touch to teach me a lesson.”