The thoughts were processing in his head and I could see it. The uncertainty and conflict that existed there. I slightly release the mating bond. I can sense his frustration in it.

"I refuse to do anything that involves agreeing to the separation," his gaze stiffens, and his icy facade returns.

I lift my shoulders in indifference. "I suppose we will meet in court then," I said, brushing him off.

He lets out a low growl before marching off. The door slams shut, and at ...