Yenik's face burned red, his temper flaring so fast I could almost feel it snap in the air.
"Sharp-tongued and gloomy," he sneered. "No wonder no one wants a woman like you."
I laughed lightly. Calm. Certain.
"No one wants me?" I tilted my head. "That's strange. My mate adores me. Deeply. He isn't weak or desperate like you think. You wouldn't understand what it means when two people truly choose each other."
I brushed my fingers over my collarbone, letting the mark show. Faint. Possessive.
"See this?" I said softly. "That's proof enough."
Yenik stiffened. Hi confidence cracked.
"You wouldn't even let me hold your hand before," she snapped, voice shaking now. "And now you're already letting other men "
"What about her?"
The voice came low. Calm. Dangerous.
I froze.
At the end of the hallway, Lewis moved toward us in his wheelchair. Slow. Controlled. Every inch of him carried quiet authority. The kind that didn't need to shout to be obeyed.
My face heated instantly.
