“Do I really have to be the one to point out the obvious?” Jett blurts out. “She’s your bonded.” He says this so matter-of-factly, without any shred of doubt or concern that it knocks me back. A weight seems to clamp down on my chest, and for a moment, I can’t think of an answer. “That’s insane,” I growl. But even as I say it, a voice in the back of my head disagrees. Is it insane?
