I glared at his back as he left the room, shutting and locking the door behind himself.
His shadows remained on my skin, though, and the weight of them eased the cost of my magic just as well as my bathtub ever had. They made me feel too good to even be angry.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and sent Grayson a text.
Me
I'm not staying here for more than a day or two
I can find a way to get out
Grayson
You can try
It'll probably start a war, though
Me
You wouldn’t go to war to keep me
Grayson
Wouldn’t I?
Me
We both agreed my people would win
Are you seriously threatening me now?
Grayson
You threatened me first, Love
Me
You're the one who brought up war!
Grayson
You threatened to escape
Me
YOU'RE HOLDING ME PRISONER!
Grayson
I'm also exerting the mental energy to hold my shadows on your skin because you're too fucking stubborn to let me ease your magic by holding your hand
Me
I never asked you to do that
Grayson
Well, one of us values mate bonds
