Trelon’s jaw hurt so bad from holding in the bellow of rage he was feeling that he wondered if he would ever be able to talk again. He had discovered Cara’s little act of rebellion the hard way… when N’tasha had moved away from the table he had been jerked in her direction. She had looked stunned when she had discovered the silver chain locked to her wrist.
The look on Trelon’s and her face would have been humorous if not for the fact Trelon looked like he was ready to commit murder. N’tasha had mumbled some excuse about having congratulated Cara on becoming his true mate, and she had never felt the lock or chain being attached to her.
All of that could be true, considering that N’tasha was wearing a long-sleeved tunic that went to the tips of her fingers. When Trelon had questioned her
