And then he saw her name.
*Lorelei Thompson.*
His fists clenched.
His jaw tightened.
His heart stopped.
She had applied.
She had actually applied.
The words of their conversation echoed in his mind: *Let us give ourselves the chance to know each other before we make any decisions.*
That had been the plan. The rational plan. The plan that gave both of them an escape route if the bond proved to be too difficult, too complicated, too impossible.
But after today—after seeing her with that boy, after feeling the possessive rage that had nearly consumed him—Attia knew that the decision was already made.
There was no escape route. There was no walking away. There was no letting her go to build a life with someone else.
She was his.
She had been his since the moment the Goddess tied th
