I was scared to tell Killian what I had been up to. I wasn’t the same woman he met years ago. My personality was completely different from what he was used to, and my hands weren’t clean either. I have killed, and he may have even heard about me.
“You were the one that suggested that we should talk,” Linda reminded me.
“I know, and we do, because if we continued kissing, you would have marked him!” I retorted.
“And? He is our mate,” she rolled her eyes.
“Linda! It is not right to mark another person without their consent!” I scolded her.
“Pfff, please, that man is begging for your mark,”
“No, he is not,” I felt embarrassed. I was sure if I had marked Killian he wouldn’t be mad at me, but I wanted for it to be special.
“Jen?” He asked softly. I took a deep breath and tried to t
