Marks POV
I walked with Lana through the castle-turned-packhouse together, an awkward silence hanging between us. Even though her hand was on my arm, it wasn't there out of affection, merely practicality as her bad ankle made her a little bit unstable.
The contrast between my mate - who still had a visibly sore ankle and a bruised throat - compared to my sister - who had already nearly fully recovered from much more severe wounds - only sent an angry surge of protectiveness rippling through my body again.
She was so human. So fragile. How on earth could she survive in his world? What had the goddess been thinking, pairing us together?
Not for the first time, I wished that I had just pushed aside what I wanted and walked away from her when we met. It was too late now to go back.
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