“I did.”
“And how did you use that favor?”
“We are nearly there. Do you want to discuss this now?” He turned toward me.
“Yes, it might be relevant.”
“She needed a grandchild of hers extracted from a situation I had control over. I aided, and she owed me a favor.”
“A grandchild of hers?”
“He was involved with some of the wolves, not ones in my pack but another nearby. It took some doing with the alpha, but I got it done.”
“And what did you use the favor for?”
Ice came through the bond, cold enough to steal the breath from my lungs. This didn’t sound good.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said through his teeth.
“I think it does.”
“If I tell you it doesn’t, fucking believe me.” He shut down the bond to a drip, causing us both to gasp.
Drip.
Fear.
Drip.
Pain.
Drip.
The flash of a memory. The barest hint of a vision of him asking about me.
Me.
I stared at him like my fucking vision could burn a hole in the side of his head. “Dominic.”
“No. This is not the time or place.” He cut it down further, taking the bond to a barely tolerable level, and I couldn’t tell if he was purposefully making me uncomfortable or if he unknowingly did it while trying to shut off his feelings on the matter.
I didn’t like it either way.
I didn’t like any of this.
“Pull over.”
“No,” he scoffed. “We’ve wasted enough time.”
“What if this is relevant?” I put my hand on the emergency brake.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” He put his hand over mine, nails digging into my skin.
“It’s my fucking car. If I ruin it, it’s on me.”
“And leave us stranded on the property of a priestess, totally at her mercy?”
I growled.