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Vincent's POV. "Yes! There is a way to stop him from marking you," I informed her. "How?" She asked desperately. Her voice was eager. Her eyes twinkled in hope. Her face brightened up with expectation. I was flattered by her faith in me. I hesitated before forming the words in my throat, trying to sound appropriate and authenticated. I never tried to be something relevant like this. I had never cared, but I tried. For her. I didn't know. She didn't understand. But she mattered this much. "It's possible if... someone else... would mark and mate with you. This is the only way," I finally said and sighed, observing her reaction. She gasped and stepped back, disentangling herself from my arms. I missed her instantly. "H..how? How is this going to work?" She asked, and her voice reflecte