Sharon tensed, but slowly forced a smile up at him and to let her hand slip out of his. She even made the effort to squeeze his fingers back, a small squeeze to tell him she would do what he wanted her to do, but as their eyes clashed, there was something dark and angry in them. She didn't have to say anything. He knew. This was not how she had envisioned her return home; he could tell she didn't approve of it.

That being said, Luthor couldn't blame her, but he wasn't exactly interested in hearing what she had to say. The issue was, she was his mate, his...