AMANDA'S POV
He said it so casually, but I caught the danger immediately.
"It's not even five in the morning yet," I tried to argue.
"Don't talk back." His voice cracked like a whip, and something in his scent made my spine tingle.
He was too close. Close enough that I could smell his breath. When his scent filled my lungs, the remnants of our mate bond stirred beneath the surface. My wolf let out a soft, pathetic whimper.
And I saw Donovan's eyes darken.
He wrenched himself back, turning away to grab his robe. "Get to work."
I followed him into the room, my eyes fixed on the floor. Every time I looked up at him, my heart stumbled over itself.
He pointed to a laundry basket in the corner.
"Wash those. Don't ruin my shirts, or you're paying for every single one.
