It wasn’t the mate bond, Greg knew that much. The sparks from one would be stronger, clearer, more will-bending. This wasn’t it. But the flicker warmed his skin, dilated his pupils, and made his heart beat like a pack of rogues running toward their prey. 

Reluctantly releasing her hands, he uttered, “Let’s go. We don’t want to be late.”

Both doors lifted and Sush was forced to get out of the car when the person she wanted to scream at had already gotten out. The temptation to yell was as strong as the need to hide away for a few hours until she’d decided how best to present herself again...