Zion quickly grabbed her hand, holding it tightly as if he would not let Arwen escape.
"Calm down. I won't hurt you. But you have to know one thing, our bond is not yet complete, because I haven't marked you yet."
"Marked...?" Arwen's voice trailed off, her eyes widening.
Zion nodded slowly, his jaw tense, as if restraining himself from doing it right then and there.
"A ritual. A bite. A mark on your skin that will bind us together forever. You will be a part of me, and I will be a part of you. Nothing can separate us after that."
Arwen paled. "Bite...? You want to do that? That's crazy!"
Zion looked at her with concern, but couldn't deny that the urge was so strong. The scent of his Mate's body always intoxicated him—the soft scent of petrichor and lavender.
"I know it sounds sc
