Caine stares at me with clear suspicion scrawled all over his face. "What is it?"
I clear my throat. This is going to be a hard sell, and beating around the bush will only make it worse. "I don't want anyone at Blue Mountain to know that I'm your mate. Not yet."
His entire body goes rigid, and his face gets all twitchy as his eyes narrow. Even his tattoos move around more than normal. Before he can unleash whatever storm is brewing inside, I rush to explain.
"It's not like I'm denying our bond," I clarify, shaking my hands in the air for emphasis. "Not even close. It's just—"
What is it about, exactly? My brain scrambles to piece together the half-baked logic behind my request. There was something Lyre mentioned about me and my purpose at Blue Mountain, but the specifics escape me now that Caine's looking at me like I've just suggested something terrible.
