Even Ryker's warriors seemed shocked at what they had seen unfold before their eyes. Ryker stood beside me as if he was ten feet tall. Over joyed as if everything was right in the world. He looked different, happier, lighter. He looked like the little boy he should have been able to be when he was growing up, and I somehow doubted he was ever allowed to be in this place.
I felt bad for hurting Toran and maybe for the rashness of my decision and timing. I didn't regret it, though. It's not like Ryker's mark could ever be erased from my neck even if I didn't mark him back. Plus, I wanted the dark prince. He was mine and only mine. I wanted to world to know that. I will not share him. I cared for him the good and bad no matter if it was right or wrong, and I couldn't deny that. I liked that
