"Get out of here together?" I repeated, an incredulous laugh tearing out of me at the same time. "You think after what you did, I'd ever go anywhere with you again?"
He rose from his lumpy cot, like he had all the time in the mist world, like he knew he had already won. "You'll come with me, Maeve. You won't have another choice, you'll see."
"Go to hell, Darek."
I spun on my heel before I did something stupid like punch his unfortunate smooth face. The mark kept flaring on my finger like a new brand and I realised something else.
The pull. The heat.
The unmistakable scent of him eroding my senses.
It was not possible for me to avoid it anymore.
I took one step forward and then another and then again even though the pull to him was greater than ever. I had heard about this before. Newly marked mates went into heat immediately so that they can consummate their bond as soon as possible.
But no, I had to resist it. I knew I could do it.
