Jolie POV He's already alarmed before I say a word. That's the mate bond—he felt the overflow of emotion from across the garage and he's scanning me now the way he does when he's looking for injuries, hands coming up to frame my face, checking my eyes, my skin, the silver glow at my edges."What happened," he says, not quite a question, voice dropping into that low, controlled register that means he's holding the edges of his temper very carefully. "Who hurt you.""Nobody hurt me." I catch his hands where they're cupped around my face, hold them there. "Nothing's wrong. Ryder, nothing is wrong."He doesn't believe me yet. His eyes keep moving, cataloguing, looking for the source of what he felt through the bond, and I can feel Shadow close to the surface—massive and restless and already looking for something to be angry at on my behalf."Then why are you" he starts."Everything is perfect," I say, and my voice cracks embarrassingly on the last word, which probably isn't helping his a
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