“Sally,” Costin growled. “Come back.”
She could hear the anger and pain in his words and she nearly ran back to him. She didn’t want him to hurt but she wanted her mate back more than she worried about the temporary pain that the separation would cause.
“No,” she answered defiantly, not even giving him the intimacy of their bond. His eyes narrowed as he caught the subtle defiance in refusing him access to her mind. “Your touch is uninvited,” she told him with eyes full of unshed tears. Sally finally looked away, not down, as she would not show submission, but away because watching him shake with rage was too much.
Jen was next to move. She didn’t say anything as she walked away from her mate, not until he reached out and snagged her arm.
Jen rounded on him and the fury pulsing from her
