I sit up, wiping my eyes. I can't bring myself to look at Jeremy and focus on the dresser instead. Lifting my knees to my chest, I imagine sinking into myself until I implode.
"I have been keeping things from you," I admit.
"Like what?"
"The day you left, after we talked on the phone, I walked out of the bedroom and that rogue—his name is Seth, I have known for a while—was in the living room. He found the key we keep in the flowerpot. I've since moved it elsewhere."
I rub my lips together.
I reveal to him what Seth said about the mate-bond; how pack-wolves used to be given mates but as they spent more time around humans evolution kicked in and they became able to choose their mates, while rogues were still divinely mated. I tell him about the mark, and why it is seemingly useless w
