Wasn’t sure I wanted to know why, either.
"What are you going to do if he shows up with a ring?" Jonah gestured to the door of the café. "What if he uses the bond to force you to mate with him? That shit is permanent."
"He's not going to do that."
"You have no idea what he's going to do. You’ve never even had a conversation with him that wasn’t about your bargain."
That was fair. Like I said, he was an enigma.
Averyattractive one.
"I don't know what I'd do if that happened. I obviously have no desire to mate with him, but considering the deal I made?—"
There was a knock on the thick glass door that we hadn't unlocked yet.
Jonah swore viciously.
I looked over my shoulder.
My eyes landed on a woman I recognized from the tabloids, with Rumor’s most gorgeous man standing behind her.
"Crap," I whispered.
Sable wagged her tail."I knew he would come after us."Whatever the strange space was that she existed in when she wasn’t in control of our body, she could move and respond from it. I could too, when she was running the show.
Apparently she’d woken up at some point, and listened in on me and Jonah.
She waswaymore obsessed with Callum than I was.
"Sneak out the back. I'll buy time." Jonah was already on his feet and walking that way.
I hurried after him, ignoring the clatter of my chair as it crashed to the tile behind me. "He would just find me. It'll be better to face him."
"You're insane," Jonah muttered.
"There are worse things to be than insane."
"Like what?"
I ignored the question, because I didn’t have an answer.
The woman knocked on the door again, harder and louder.Her name was Liv Morning. She was both the spring fae queen, and according to the internet, Callum’s best friend.
Her skin was light, her collarbone-length hair platinum blonde, and from the pictures I’d seen, she was always dressed like she was about to go for a run, in colorful leggings or loose shorts and a sports bra.
Jonah unlocked the door and pulled it open. "What do you want?"
I mentally face-palmed.
If he got us both killed by my hot, sort-of-stalker, I was going to haunt him in hell.
Liv looked past us. "Can we come in?"
"No." Jonah didn't budge.
Liv smacked a hand to his chest, and he jolted backward with a curse, making enough space for her to get by. "I only asked to be polite. We’re coming in."
Callum took one step through the door, grabbed my wrist, and tugged me toward him. The ache in my arm vanished as soon as he touched me, but I barely noticed.
