I hated medical facilities. I hadn’t always—I used to be fine with doctors’ offices, but after months of painful, pointless fertility treatments that I didn’t even need, the smell of antiseptic brought nothing but dread.
It didn’t help that I was in the exam room with Elroy, another constant cause of heartbreak and trauma. But I couldn’t deny him this—and besides, a part of me was deeply glad he was here.
It was ridiculous to feel comfort from his presence, but I couldn’t help it. It was the Mate bond at work, regardless of whether we wanted it or not. And it was obvious I wasn’t the only one resenting it.
Elroy refused to look at me, and we hadn’t spoken a single word to each other even though it was the first time we’d seen each other in days. The air between us was icy, like this
