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His eyes narrow slightly as he stares expectantly at her.
“I am.” She lingers, though, waiting for him to notice this fission mounting between us. “I just heard voices, and I thought I’d come out and investigate.”
My chest is tight, and I sneak a look at Brax.
“Now that you see we’re not being robbed,” he jibes.
She looks at me, and it takes every ounce of strength not to lock eyes with her.
Brax gazes at me, and I turn my head to look out the window again.
“Are you two not talking again?” Brax asks slowly.
“When were we not talking?” I retort, bringing my drink to my lips.
Brax shrugs. “I don’t know. There’s some kind of… tension or something between you two.”
I take another swig of my beer. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You know what? I am going to bed,” Brynn declares. “Good night.”
She pivots and hurries out of the room before her brother or I can make a comment.
Brax sighs. “She’ll get over it once she’s settled in Willow Grove territory.”
I eye him dubiously. He really doesn’t notice? How can he not hear the rage of my pulse when it’s overriding everything else in the room?
Could Brynn have been right? Is it true that no one can feel our connection because we haven’t been together intimately?
There might be hope to salvage this alliance, even if our mate bond is lost forever.
“She’s got a lot on her mind,” I say, more to myself than him, still waiting with bated breath for him to comment on our connection, but Brax has other things on his mind.
“You think Emeric will keep her after this weekend?” Brax asks, sounding glum.
“Why?”
He lifts his head and looks at me. “I’m just asking.” He’s defensive, his face tightening. “She’s still my kid sister, you know. I’m worried about what happens to her.”
His response does nothing to assuage my guilt.
Yes. She’s his kid sister and my mate. And promised to Emeric, too.
What a giant shitshow I created for us all. And it’s only getting worse by the day.
But if Brax can’t sense the bond between us, we might have one less thing to worry about for now, and that’s good, isn’t it?
CHAPTER 6
BRYNN
Brax knocks on my bedroom door as I pack, but I’m so lost in thought, I don’t hear him. He opens the door, and I jump.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “I did knock.”
I set the shirt in my hand on the bed and stare at him blankly. “What?” I ask dully.
“I was calling you. I thought maybe you went out.”
