They were going to be on the warpath when they discovered he’d been bound by a witch.
“I’ll speak with them,” he promised.
“And tell them what?” she rasped, her hands clenched. “A nasty witch who used to work for the Dark Lord forced a mating on their beloved clan chief. Yeah, that should go over well. They’ll be standing in line for the pleasure of killing me.”
His growl rumbled through the room. “So what do you suggest? That we aimlessly run around the world in the hope that we stumble across your father?”
“You can take the box back to Nevada and I can stay here and question the locals.” She shrugged. “Someone must have known my mother.”
“No.”
She blinked, meeting his ruthless silver gaze with an audible huff of annoyance.
“That’s it? Just, no?”
“We stay together.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s killing you to be apart from me.”
The stark words hung in the air for a long, tension-fraught moment, then Sally was instinctively shaking her head in denial.
“Oh, my God,” she jeered. “Could your ego get any more bloated?”
“It’s not my ego, Sally.” He moved to touch the shadows beneath her beautiful eyes. “You’re fading away.”
She rigidly held her ground. “It’s just stress.”
“And if it’s not?”
“What are you trying to imply?”
He tucked an autumn curl behind her ear, the strands of gold shimmering in the moonlight.
“I’m not implying, I’m saying flat out that there are demons who are bound so tightly to their mates they suffer physical damage when they’re apart.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. “So you truly believe I was pining for you like some cheesy Victorian bimbo?”
His lips twitched. “Yes.”
The dark eyes narrowed. “A toad. No, wait. A cockroach.”
“You’re babbling,” he murmured, his fingers skimming down the side of her neck.
She quivered, her pulse leaping beneath his fingers. “No, I’m deciding what I’m going to turn you into.”
He allowed his fingers to circle her throat. Not a threat. An intimate claim.
“Sally, we’re in this together,” he said, his voice low with a genuine weariness. “I’ve suffered as much as you have.”
The tough-girl façade wavered as she bit her lower lip. “I . . . know,” she muttered. “I’m trying to find a way to break the mating.”
“And I’m trying to help you.” His thumb absently stroked the line of her stubborn jaw. “Why won’t you let me?”
She held his fierce gaze. “I’ve been running from people who’ve wanted me dead since I was sixteen. I won’t walk into a clan of bloodsuckers who will blame me for harming their chief.”
He didn’t have to see the strength of her determination etched on her beautiful face; he could easily sense it through their bond.