Draven.
"You won't," Rhovan replied.
"I don't believe that."
I drew in a breath, my voice rough as I admitted, "I can't let that happen until I am certain I won't harm her."
Rhovan was silent for a long moment. Then his tone softened, steady and confident. "You don't have to be afraid. That will not happen again. Not now."
My brows furrowed, my pulse still racing.
"Now that your love for her has been established," he continued, "now that your bond has grown, and the storm has passed, it is only right you mark her. And let her mark you."
My chest tightened as Meredith stirred against me once more, her breath hot on my skin, the taste of her words still lingering from earlier: You smell nice… maybe you taste nice too.
I shut my eyes briefly, fighting the pull.
Finally, I exhaled a long, slow breath. "Not like this. She's drunk, and not in her right senses, Rhovan. I will think about it another time."
Rhovan didn't argue, though I felt his approval in the silence.
