“Believe it or not, I have some self-control.” The way her throat bobbed suggested otherwise. “Not,” I said with a sigh. Keeping the truth from her was getting us nowhere. I took a deep breath. “You don’t have any self-control because of the mating bond.” Her eyes widened, and she took a shaky step backward, bumping into the wall. She braced herself against it as she continued to stare at me. Her heart rate sped up through the bond we shared. “Mating?” she said in a strangled voice. “You said we were married.” “It’s kinda the same thing.” It was not remotely the same thing.
