“She knows about the deal,” he said quietly. “I’m getting the impression she hates me already.” The deal. It was bad enough when I made it for him. That I was now just as complicit, and it turned out she was actually my mate too . . . Part of me was tempted to turn and walk out. To forfeit and try to get her on my own terms. As much as the idea appealed to me, I knew Niall would never go for it—and mate or not—he and I were together through thick and thin. I just hoped he saw it that way when he learned the truth.
