I growl low in my throat, as much from anger as from the pain in my back. “I’m fucking sure. Alix isn’t for me. If I were bonded to her, I wouldn’t be able to handle her marrying Thorne, would I?” Jett frowns, rubbing the back of his neck. “Not to kick you while you’re down, Ashwater, but you’re not handling it. At least, not very well.”
