"Mark me," Victoria whispered against his ear, trembling and desperate. "Please, Zayn. Make me yours. Like you always promised."
Zayn clenched his jaw. Guilt washed over him with those hollow promises. No, not hollow, they were real once, but they were born out of fake bonds he believed he had with Victoria.
Mate marks were not meant to be done twice. It wasn’t unheard of, nor was it unprecedented. But it was greatly frowned upon with good reason.
He had marked Lily in a desperate attempt to save her life. But deep down, he could not ignore the emotions that it had stirred. The mark was sacred. An unbreakable bond.
It wasn’t supposed to feel this hollow or dirty. Victoria knew this too. She knew it and she was weaponizing it against him.
The room hung heavy with the scent of Victoria’s desperation.
