5
Zee
I stood around the perimeter of the gathering chamber and watched the brides mingle with their warriors. Guardians of our most precious treasure. Not all were blessed, as I was, with a Marked Mate. Most, in fact, would need to woo their bride with kind words and wicked tongues used generously on her sweet, wet heat. As I’d done with my mate.
Even now, Helen’s taste was branded into my mind, on my tongue. I could not tear my gaze from her. She wore a dark red gown today, the reflective material clinging to the curve of hips and breasts in blatant invitation.
Gods, she was beautiful. Mine. Yet not. She allowed my touch, but did not know who I really was. My hideous face. My scars. Even now, I feared one look at me would send her away, screaming in horror. Disgusted. Her rejection w
