(Harper’s POV)
“I can’t!” I said, shaking my head as I backed away from Elias. He stood up from the bed, and I held my hand out to stop him from coming closer.
“Harper, please,” he pleaded. “I don’t understand,”
“You were going to mark me,” I cried. “I mean, come on, it’s been less than twelve hours, and you think you can lay claim on me just like that” Elias looked shocked and then horrified. He stepped forward, and I shook my head.
“Harper, please listen to me,” he held his hands out, as if he was trying to talk me off a cliff edge or something, “I swear, I had no intention to mark you. I wouldn’t, not without your consent,”
“Well, don’t expect that, ever!” I spat. I could feel tears burning my eyes. I knew I was overreacting, but I couldn’t seem to get a grasp on myself.
Elia
