“I’m sorry,” I say softly from where I’m seated on the bed as my mate inspects his face in the mirror. “The king was very angry with me.”
He chuckles under his breath. “Some think that scars make you look weak. Zeus is healing it, so I’m doubtful there will be a mark on my skin once it heals.”
That’s honestly good to hear. I knew my action would upset my mate, but I hadn’t realized King Franklin would be so angry.
“I knew you were going to scratch me,” he smirks at me as he sits beside me. I’m surprised when he gently takes my hand in his. “However, I did not expect you to rake it through poison first.”
“I like to keep you on your toes,” I say, smiling awkwardly at him.
“You do, Mate,” he says. “Oh, you do. I knew you were unhappy, but I did not expect you to leave.”
I look
