Amara's pov
I have never been good at making reasonable decisions and marking Orian was one of those instances.
Cora purred in my head as he caressed my neck, he placed his lips right where his mark was and what was a complacent sigh rose from him like he had been dying to make me his for a very long time, like he wanted to claim me from the very first moment.
He hates you, remember.
I couldn't help but wonder if he was marking me so I wouldn't run off and ruin his plans or if he was doing it solely because he wanted me.
I settled with the former.
He just held a knife to my throat a few moments ago, however immersing the act had been to me, it was for elimination to him and I shouldn't forget that ever.
He had his hand around my waist, curling on it softly while he held me against h
