What you had not expected, when you had arrived at the Spring Court, at the High Lord’s manor— was to be nearly smacked in the face with the mating bond. Especially since you were only there on Amarantha’s order, to watch the little human girl he’d be attempting to win over to beat her curse.

Of course, until the day you were set to report back to Amarantha, he had all but ignored you. Leaving communication between you and Lucien, which wasn’t an entirely bad thing given the banter between the two of you, but that apparently only led to Tamlin’s mood growing worse.

You’d nearly made it to the gate before you hear him, “Where do you think you are going?” He grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him, “answer me, now.”