ROBYN
Coffee sprayed straight out of my mouth, and I coughed, staring at him. "What?"
"I want to mark you," he said again, steady this time, like saying it twice made it more real.
I set the mug down before my hands could betray how badly they were shaking.
"Okay. First—I'm grateful you didn't just do it out of nowhere. So, it means we have finally learned how to communicate. But, Kane, you have other options. The prophecy still has two more names on it, and they are not here yet."
"I don't care." His jaw was tight, eyes fixed on mine.
“You should care, because if they show up and I turn out to be the wrong choice, it all comes back to me.”
He sighed.
"This is the longest a woman has ever stayed in my life. Intimately, too. I don't think I want to start over with someone else. Lear
