Clayton leaned forward on the bed, his fingers gently pulling aside the neckline of Camden's nightdress to reveal the mark he had given her. "Yes," he responded plainly, his voice tinged with sadness, "as long as you wear my mark, you're mine to lose." Camden's heart ached at his words, understanding the weight of their entwined destinies.
"Close the door," she instructed him with a sigh, wanting privacy for the conversation they were about to embark on. Clayton did as he was told and then returned to sit beside her on the bed. "Clayton, the whole purpose of going to Scotland was to carry out the Unbonding Ritual, right?" Camden's voice carried a note of confusion. "Why go through the trouble of getting the tickets and making those plans if you don't want us to follow through?" she quest
