49. Agenda

~ JESSE ~

I don’t know what I expected from Cazz when he next showed up, but it wasn’t that he would storm into my room in a rage.

“What the fuck are you doing baring yourself to the fucking cleric!?”

He’d surprised me, throwing the door open and stalking in. I jumped and whirled, hand to my chest. It took a moment to realize there was no threat, he was just standing in front of me, snarling.

I took a deep breath. “It’s great to see you too, Cazz.”

He growled and pursed his lips, but he folded his arms and lifted his chin.

I swallowed hard. “Thank you. You don’t need to loom to get me to answer a question, you know. We’re mates. And claimed. Apparently that’s… that’s important,” I said carefully, because that yawning chasm in my chest now inhabited every inch where he used to be. And I wasn’t sure if he’d actually removed that bond, or was just so shut down that I couldn’t feel it.

His eyes narrowed. “What happens between us is between us. Even I don’t speak of it. Why would you share