Page 31 of Witch Undecided
I smirked up at him. “Why? Can’t you tell?”
He studied me for a long beat and then frowned. “You’re not mad.”
“Nope.”
He looked worried.
I smiled sweetly at him. “You should be pleased. I mean, a pissed-off Cora is very difficult to live with.”
“That does not put my mind at rest.”
I shrugged. “I can’t imagine why not.”
“Because I’m coming to know you, Cora, and you’re not the kind of woman to forgive so easily.” His eyes narrowed.
I narrowed my eyes right back at him. “The mate bond works both ways, Tor.”
His brow cleared. “No. Do not dig into this.” His tone was gruff. No-nonsense. “Promise me.”
Fuck, he’d sensed my evil plan. I hated this mate-bond thing. Was this how Fee felt? There had to be a way to block it. I’d have to speak to her soon.
“Cora. Promise me.” His tone softened.
I sighed and crossed my fingers behind my back. “Fine. I promise.”
He rolled his eyes and reached around me to drag my hand into view. “Seriously?”
Urgh. “Fine. But you should tell me what’s really going on. I might be able to help.”
His gaze darkened with sorrow. “Trust me, Cora, if I thought you could help, I’d tell you. But you can’t. Please drop it.”
Damn, he’d said please. “Okay. I won’t dig, but you need to promise me you’ll come to me for help if there’s anything I can do. I’m no damsel, Tor. And I have power. A ton of it.”
He nodded. “I promise. Now let’s get back to the cabin.” He looked down at Wren. “We’ll need to prepare a room for you.”
Wren sat up in my arms. “My own room?” He looked to me. “Cora, can Wren really have his own room?”
I’d missed snuggling with him, but he looked so excited about the prospect of his own space; no way was I spoiling that.
“Sure you can.”
“It’ll be temporary,” Tor said as he unlocked the driver’s side door. “Because we move to the big house in a few days.”
Wren hopped onto Tor’s shoulder. “Can Wren have a fluffy pillow and blue sheets?”
Tor chuckled. “I think that can be arranged.”
“Wren like Tor.”
Wait, had my mate just stolen my mogwai with the promise of fluffy pillows and blue sheets?
Damn.
I huggedthe phone to my ear, reveling in the sound of my best friend’s voice. “How do you do it?”
“It gets easier,” Fee said. “But then I’m not trying to fight my mate bond.”
I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I’d received a text message an hour ago from Sloane asking me to meet her in the atrium at nine p.m. Lauris would be escorting me there. Yep. Bador had agreed to let me have the half-human gargoyle and I was sure Anna’s persuasive power had been largely to thank for that.
