An unfamiliar sharp pain lanced through my chest.
What the hell wasthat?
Was the spell acting up again?
"I guess we do," I said, my voice gone hoarse. I couldn't even clear my throat, it was so dry. "Can we get something to eat though? Seriously. I think I might faint for real."
His lips twisted in something smile-adjacent. "I knew you were faking."
At least one of us did.
"Yeah, well, it worked," I said sharply. "You didn't want to be mated to me any more than I wanted to be mated to you, so you're welcome."
Jace sighed, but he didn't reply to that. "Hey, Luke?" he called out, only slightly louder than if he'd been talking to someone in the room.
Right. The were-mountain had been listening this whole time, and that wasn't fucking humiliating at all. "Can you get someone to bring us something to eat? Probably a lot to eat."
A grunt from outside the door was our only acknowledgement.
