Sania’s POV
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Darilus raises his head and looks at me straight in the eye. He stops moving. For a few long seconds, we only stare at each other.
“What if we are?” His question surprises me.
I have been thinking about the possibility of us not being the right answer for the curse, that I never once think of what it would mean if we truly are the answer to the curse.
“If we are not the destined bond as written on the rhyme, you would have to find another to mark,” I say in an icy voice, trying to pretend that it doesn’t bother me. “Reject me and mark another cursed person.”
He intertwines his fingers with my own. And he moves his hips again at a slow pace. But every stroke he gives me is long and deep that I can’t bury the moans in my throat. “It will be painful to reject a marked b
