Silver’s POV
I spent the rest of the next day editing the painting. I didn’t need Elliot with me to do the finishing touches though. I wasn’t sure if I could handle being alone with him so soon after our heated passion early this morning. My cheeks flushed at the memories of his hands on me and his lips against mine.
I thought about that mysterious voice I heard in my sleep last night and I classified it as a dream. It was odd though; why would I hear the words, “Mark him,”? I wasn’t even a wolf so marking Elliot would be impossible.
Why would I want to mark him anyway? This marriage was only a contract. He helped me get out of marrying Gavin and I helped him sleep at night. It’s a marriage of convenience and nothing more.
But then what was this morning about? Why had Elliot wanted
