“I love you,” Conall said, the words rough as if they’d been grounded out. “But I willnae force you to stay with me and endure a mating bond. Not if it makes you feel like a prisoner. When we get to England, you can leave. I dinnae expect you to come to Scotland with me and I dinnae expect you to heal Callie either. God forbid you see me as anything like that bastard who tore your back to shreds.”
