Violet
The gentleness I had grown accustomed to seeing was still there, but there was an unyielding seriousness in them that held me still.
I thought he had accepted our situation.
"I know you care about him." Each word measured, and almost strained. "I fully understand that. But I need to know." He leaned closer, and I felt the weight of his stare like a physical pressure. "Despite how long you have been together, has he marked you?"
I flinched, his words cutting through me to the extent that it almost physically hurt.
No… How could he ask me that?
I shook my head. "It wasn't that simple. I didn't want—and with what happened at the summit, I—"
"Before the summit." He didn't let me finish. "Why didn't he mark you before? He had the time. He had the opportunity. Why did he wait?"
"What is the purpose of these questions?!" I snapped, my voice rising with my irritation.
"Did he at least profess his love to you before you left?"
I went completely still.
