The astronauts on the International Space Station could've seen me blushing, and the blood pounded in my ears.
It took a second for me to realise I could hear her side of the conversation too, since Drew had propped himself only a few inches above me. Tinny and faint, but audible. "…have a problem," she was saying. "Uncle Boyd invited them weeks ago, pretty much as soon as we found you, but he didn't tell anyone until this morning. I don't know what the hell he's thinking. Maybe he wants to force you into breaking your mate bond, but—"
I lifted my head off the pillow, staring open-mouthed at the headboard in shock.
Force Drew to break the mate bond…that didn't exist in the first place. And the people who'd been invited, they must be the woman Drew's uncle wanted him to mate with and presumably her family.
I'd lost the thread of the conversation again, their words fading in and out like a poorly tuned radio.
