“What do you mean it worked before?” Zane asks and I curse myself for letting that slip.
“Nothing.” I shrug and avoid eye contact. “Is he serious about the therapy?” I ask.
“Yes he is.” He says. I huff and he chuckles.
“It won’t be too bad. I’ve gone to therapy. It’s nice to have somebody to talk to.” He says, causing me to shake my head.
He’s probably had to go because of what I have done to him.
“Ziana. I. I’m sorry that we forced our marks on you. I wish that it didn’t happen like that. I wanted to be able to woo you and have you accept me. I don’t know why you refused us, but it doesn’t matter now. We may be marked, but I will still win you over. I will be a worthy mate and prove to you that we are meant to be.” Zane says. I feel the genuineness from his words and I look into hi
