THERESA
It had been almost a week since the incident. Nikolai was so stealthy that I barely caught a glance at him during all that time. I rubbed at my mark, fingertips pressing against the sensitive skin. My pulse spiked. Would Nikolai say something? Would he just casually mention it in conversation? Oh yeah, Terri’s mark—
A shiver ran down my spine.
He probably wouldn’t think twice. Why would he? To him, it wasn’t some dirty secret, something that made my skin crawl every time I thought about it. To him, a mark was a mark. A sign of commitment. Something mates did and didn’t hide. No one else in the world thought getting marked was a secret.
“Uggghhhh,” I moaned out loud. I knew you weren’t supposed to worry about things you couldn’t control, but I was in anxiety overload. My stomach
