"What is the age of consent in your country?" Ethan repeated, his smirk growing wider as he leaned forward in his seat.
The classroom fell silent. Every eye was on me, waiting. My face burned hot with embarrassment and anger.
"Eighteen," I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. "But it varies by state. In some places it's sixteen."
The statement triggered an immediate ripple of whispers. I caught fragments—"sixteen?" and "so young" and "without bonds?"—that made my skin crawl. I hadn't realized answering a simple fact would cause such a reaction.
Ethan's eyes gleamed with something predatory. "So humans just sleep with whoever they want? No bonds required?"
"That's not what I said," I replied, my hands curling into fists on my desk. "I just answered about the legal age."
"So," Ethan pressed, leaning further forward, "did you ever sleep with someone who wasn't your bond, back in the human world?"