“What’s wrong with me is that she’s our mate,” he snarled. Everything in me locked. Blood roared in my ears as everything went cold. So damn cold it was a miracle I didn’t fracture on the spot. “You’re wrong.” My voice didn’t sound like my own, foreign and far away. Knox’s jaw worked back and forth. “I know what a mating bond feels like, East. We’ve heard about it all our lives. I felt it. That zap of electricity. The extreme possessiveness.” Sweat gathered along my spine. “You just think you felt it. You want it so damn bad you’re imagining it.”
