Darlene’s pov
“I met someone… and l… lost track of time.”
Jenna didn't really have the authority to question my whereabouts during my off day, but I couldn't help but feel anxious. She raised a brow and glared at my neck.
“What's this?” she said, gesturing at my mark. My heart raced as I reached out involuntarily to touch it.
“Uh…”
“Who marked you?”
“Her mate will mark her. Who else would do that?”
Stephen’s voice startled me. I turned around and saw him walking towards us.
“Her mate?” Jenna questioned, raising an eyebrow.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah. Mates mark each other, right?”
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I don’t care about what’s going on in your personal life. I need work in this mansion done on time. And I hope you remember what your contract states. You may ge
