Then he halted, gripping the table so hard while his head bowed that splinters caught in his fingers. He raised a hand, needing to undo the ties that felt suffocating around his neck. Not out of tightness, but for what they concealed. His fingers slowly moved. His teeth clamped down so hard they almost broke when he felt it. Because he felt her. When his touch lingered over Tauria’s mating mark.
WAIT WHAT?!?!
