“Oh, I’m sure you would have gotten over it. I bet there are thousands of Fae women who would love to throw themselves at a king.” He stiffens and pulls back, looking me dead in the eye. “No. That would never fucking happen.” “I know. Sorry, bad joke, I—” “No, I need you to understand this.” His fingers tangle in my hair and he holds me still, forcing me to keep meeting his eyes. “There will never be anyone else for me. Ever. That’s how bonds work. I can’t ever leave you and I won’t want to anyway, but if it hasn’t kicked in for you yet you could still go. You don’t have to—”
