“Mark me?” I asked, my voice was barely above a whisper, I was already a little scared.
My heart raced, not entirely out of fear but a mix of alot of things. Confusion, curiosity, fear and excitement.
Cain turned to me, locking his silver eyes with mine, glowing faintly like a storm contained in a small orb.
“It’s not what you think,” he said with a soft tone.
“It’s not just about claiming you. It’s… it’s a bond, a connection that ties our souls together. Permanently.”
I blinked, trying to understand what he was trying to say. heat if he divorced me or fell in love with someone else.
What would happen then
“What happens if you… mark me?” I asked, leaning back to observe his feature.
She watched as his jaw tightened, and his hand moved to brush a strand of her from my face.
His to
