I swallowed hard. An intentional bond didn’t make it any better, but at least he was being honest.
My brain jumped into hyperdrive, churning through questions, trying to figure out what he was going to say before he said it. If I could work it out beforehand, maybe it would hurt less.
Probably not.But I tried anyway.
Had he stumbled upon an omega in Dallas? Somehow found his scent match? Both of those things were so rare that neither seemed plausible. I know it didn’t belong to a beta; we couldn’t make bonds. And I doubted it belonged to an alpha… they didn’t bite each other.
Nothing made sense, but the mark was there, plain as day.
“So you didn’t mean to make a bond with someone, and it wasn’t an accident?” I asked, fighting to keep my voice level. “You know that sounds crazy right.”
He nodded.
“Sit,” he signed again.
I shook my head defiantly. I didn’t want to get comfortable and let my guard down. I didn’t want to stay any longer than I had to.
I just wanted an explanation and some clothes and then I could drag myself back to my temporary bed on the aerialist bus. Probably cry myself to sleep just to work through the torrent of emotions threatening to crush me.
Night shifted in his seat without breaking eye contact.“The mark is Revel’s.”
I froze, feeling like an invisible hand had reached into my chest and squeezed my heart. It twisted violently as every thought and emotion in me shattered.
Surely I misunderstood.
“I’m sorry… Revel’s?” I blinked at him. “The stuntman? The asshole motorcyclist in our circus?ThatRevel?”
He nodded.
What. The. Fuck?
Confusion set in slowly, my brain struggling to process the idea of Revel biting Night. Of all the possibilities, that would have never crossed my mind. I could see Zero swinging both ways, or fucking around and biting Night as a sadistic joke, but not Revel.
Did I miss something crucial over the last few years that might have instigated this? Was I really too blinded by my feelings for Night to see something right in front of my face? I wasn’t sure if it being someone I knew made things better or worse, and I was too numb to figure it out.
“How long has that been going on?”
I hoped not long.
If it had been happening behind my back for months or years without me knowing, I would be heartbroken. Then again, we were never a thing. Never official. I couldn’t hold him to a different set of standards than I held myself, and if I was allowed to talk to other people, so was he.
It didn’t make it hurt any less though.
“Nothing is going on.”His eyes narrowed on me.
“Yeah, okay, and I’m supposed to believe you when his teeth marks are buried in your shoulder,” I spat. “Be fucking serious.”
“He was trying to?—"
I held up my hand to cut him off, suddenly overwhelmed by the thought of Revel and Night in filthy positions before the stuntman sank his teeth into him.
“I-I can’t do this.” I shook my head, stepping backward toward the trailer door. “I’m sorry. Whatever happened is between you two. I’ll come back another day but I… I have to go…”
He started to sign something else, but I turned my back on him, heading for the door.
I needed to get out of the trailer and away from him before the numbness wore off and my emotions came rushing back. Ididn’t want him to see me break. I definitely didn’t want him to see me cry, which was a good possibility at this point.
It was silly for me to be upset, and I knew that, but it didn’t matter.
