CYRENIA
I dug my nails deeper into my palms as I stepped away from Kylian. I had to keep my heart calm. If he heard the panic in the beat of my heart, it would only prove that I was lying. “I’m not lying about my mate.”
Kylian stepped closer, pinning me between him and the wall. He pressed his hands against the dirty wall next to my head, further caging me with his body. It’d be easy to push him away and break free, but I froze as his scent surrounded me.
“If he was your fated mate, the cut on your cheek would be nearly gone, same with your split lip.” Kylian made a good point—one I hadn’t even thought of.
“He hasn’t marked me yet. That’s all.” My reply was solid, but I felt on edge. Myles and I prepared for others to ask us why we hadn’t marked each other. It was strange for mates to
