Zaid
Staring down at Ember, my eyes zero in on the partial mate mark on her neck. Beads of blood had already appeared from where I bit her, making it even more obvious that in my state of pleasure, I had begun the marking process—something I wasn’t ready to do just yet. Ember looks at me, just as surprised, her fingertips slightly red from touching the new wound.
“Isn’t marking me a good thing?” Ember asks as a look of hurt crosses her face. I can feel her every emotion now that the mate bond has grown stronger and closer to completion.
“No...I mean, yes, marking you is a good thing, but not right now,” I growl in frustration, running a hand through my hair and closing my eyes.
Ember being partially marked makes her a bigger target inside the Palace. Harold will be furious if he learns
