Ayla POV
I could feel Alex in such turmoil when I asked him about our marking. I know my heat accelerated things between us, and I am fine with it, but somehow his reaction made me feel uncertain.
I couldn't help but warn him about trust. I am trautong him with my soul, and betraying the bond could even end my life. When an angel is intimate with his or her 'alma' our soul merges with theirs, we only love once, we only love our almas, and a betrayal on their end, will have us dying of a broken soul.
We finished our bath and realized that it was time for breakfast.
While I was changing inside my walk-in closet, Alex walked behind me, a towel wrapped around his waist. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my shoulder. "I will go back to my room to change. I will be back." He softly
