“We must have different definitions of the word,” Kai murmured. “But no matter—I will spoil you.” He started pouring palmfuls of water over Sascha’s shoulders again. “A demon spoils its mate. And if we bonded, you could not be hurt. You could not fall ill.” He said the last part pointedly, like that was a huge selling point. Sascha gave an incredulous laugh. “You want to permanently bond our souls together because you don’t want me to get the flu again?” “I want to permanently bond our souls because I wish to stay by your side,” Kai said easily.
