Amias closes his eyes, gritting his teeth. The worst part is that Vark isn't wrong. There's something about Heidi that draws him like a moth to a goddamn forest fire. But it's a trap, all of it. Whatever the Moon Goddess is cooking with this sick joke, it's nothing good… he knows.
"Even if I did feel something, so what?" He hisses. "Marking her would make me a laughingstock. You know why none of us have gone near her? Because we'd be crucified for it. You think Grayson and Morgan would let me live it down? You think the Alpha would nod in approval while I tie myself to some fragile nobody?"
"Darien kissed her," Vark says simply.
Heidi's words ring in his head once again; Darien kissed me. For some reason, it makes the veins on Amias's forehead pop. His head jerks up, his lips curling. "What does that have to do with this conversation?"
"He kissed her. On the lips. You know… mouth on mouth, tongue probably involved."
