I left his office angrily. I went to another agent’s office. Then another. and another. Every single one of them said the same thing. No apartment available for rent. Some even greeted me with small bows or hushed tones, treating me like some rare artifact.
Respect. But rejection. Politeness. But refusal.
By the time I stumbled out of the last office, my eyes were burning. I was seconds away from crying. My hands were trembling.
My eyes sighted Killian’s car parked just across the street. angrily, I crossed the road and marched straight to his car. He didn’t even look surprised. He rolled the window down slowly.
“WHAT the HELL is WRONG with YOU?!” I yelled.
(HEST HAL
He looked at me, calm as ever. “You’re just bothering yourself, Liana. Everything you need has already been given to you on a platter of gold.”
“What does that even mean?!”
“You want a house? You already have one. You want a job? It’s ready. Waiting for you. You just have to stop running.”
“Why are you doing this to me?!” I screamed, as tears filled my eyes. “Why are you ruining everything?!”
He stepped out of the car and faced me. “Because I can’t bear to be away from you again.”
“You’re insane. You really are.”
He didn’t blink. “No matter where you go, you won’t find what you’re looking for.”
“Why not?! Why the hell not?!”
He pointed at my neck.
“Because of that.”
Confused, I turned to look into his side mirror.
That’s when I saw it.
Right where he had bitten me that morning, there was something on my skin. Faint, but visible. A mark.
I leaned closer
Wolfe
And next to it… a wolf’s head
My entire body went cold.
“What is this?!” I gasped. “What did you do to me?!”
“It’s a mark,” he said simply.
“How? It looks like a tattoo but I never got one. You just bit me! That’s all you did!”
He nodded. “Exactly.”
“No. No! This… this is crazy.”
I reached up and scrubbed at it. Rubbed it until my skin turned red. Still there. I pulled out my compact mirror and wipes from my purse. Scrubbed. Still there.
“What does it mean?!” I demanded.
Killian stepped closer. “It means you’re mine.”
“This can’t stay here! I’ll go to a clinic! A tattoo place! A laser center! I’ll get it removed!”
He just shook his head.
“You can try,” he said, his voice softer now. “Use soap. Wipes. Chemicals. Even laser. It won’t matter.”
“Why not?!”
“Because it’s not ink. It’s not a tattoo. It’s not even just a bite. It’s a mark. Bound to your soul.”
I stared at him, heart pounding. “You’re lying.”
“No. I’m not. You’re marked, Liana. It’s done.”
“I didn’t ask for this!”
He looked at me, his eyes unreadable. “It doesn’t matter.””
**
LIANA’S POV
Just then, my phone rang. It was a message.
Simon: Finally landed. Come pick me up at the airport. I’m putting on a white polo and jeans.
My heart skipped. My stomach twisted with guilt. I hadn’t even had the time to respond before it rang. His name lit up the screen.
I answered.
“Hey baby,” Simon’s voice was soft and full of excitement. “I’m finally here. I can’t wait to wrap my arms around you. have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
I swallowed hard. My voice was trembling. “Simon… I-“
Before I could say anything else, the phone was snatched from my hand.
“What the hell-” I turned in shock.
Killian put the phone to his ear. “She’s not coming to pick you up.”
I lunged at him. “Give it back! Killian, stop it!”
He held the phone out of my reach.
“This is Killian,” he continued calmly. “And Liana is mine. I don’t know what she told you, but I’m not letting her yourself a favor and forget about her.”
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