“Where do you think you're going?” His lips twitched with rage he couldn't barely contain. “Is this your plan? To get me distracted from the ritual? Why? What is your purpose? Do you want the mark back?” He briskly asked out of rage and a pinch of curiosity, and Linda met his eyes with disappointment laced under her eyes.
Her head tilted slightly, staring at him with disgust and contempt.
“How dare you accuse me of such? Why would I want the one thing that separated me from my love?” She scoffed lightly.
Her finger pointed to his nose with a straight look that disdained her face, “Don't you ever think of me as such anymore.” She gave him a stern and clear warning.
“Really?” A light scoff traveled through his lips and he lowered his hand, crossed them against his chest. “That isn't the
