Maia thought death was the end, until the alluring Nix brothers summon her back to life. Now, she must embrace her newfound existence as she is thrust into a dark prophecy that could unravel their cursed fate.
With each step, Maia is inexplicably dr...
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Maia's request echoed in Rex's head, and in a part of him, those desires he kept trying to keep quiet were screaming louder than he could control.
"You don't know what you are talking about..." he told her, jolting upward, stepping back away from her. His hands trembled and he felt his mouth ran dry.
The rain poured outside heavily, and as thunder struck, booming in the near distance, he felt her hand grasping onto his.
"You have to mark me, Rex," she pleaded, "please."
Her skin burned against his, and their chests ached, filed with that stinging sensation, it spread from where they touched, and pulsed through miles of veins, into the core of their beings.
Rex dug his fangs in the inside of his cheek and inhaled deeply. Her scent poisoned his thoughts.
"You don't mean that..." he finally said, gently removing her hand away from him. She wanted to make him stay. They had to talk things out. And much to her surprise, small vines started sticking to him, as if they could listen to her thoughts, and he felt his feet heavy on the ground.
"I heard what Prisscil told you before he left," she confessed. "Why didn't you tell me there was something I could do about all this?"
"There is nothing you can do. Marking is not child's play," he emphasized.
"You are telling me there is this thing that might help me not go berserk to kill someone again, but it is actually something I shouldn't do?" She glared at him. "Tell me something that makes sense."
"You should go to sleep; we aren't going to talk about this right now."
"Yes, we are," she protested.
"Do you have any idea what you are asking of me?" he raised his voice, turning around, his blood boiling.
Maia never heard him raise his voice before, not at her. And he thought he should regain his composure. But she wasn't planning on leaving things as they were.
"What can possibly be so bad?" she questioned; his fists clenched together as she raised on her feet to face him face forward. "Do enlighten me!"
Rex felt his face burning with anger, and he clenched his jaw as that pair of eyes, which filled him with treacherous desires, fixed on him.
"What can possibly be so bad? Huh?" she asked again, her cheeks flushing red, as her heartbeat raised in her chest.
"We are not doing this!" he declared, trying to step away from her.
She grabbed his hand yet again, causing shivers to run down his spine.
"Let go, woman," he demanded, "you are playing with fire right now."
"You are not leaving here until we set things clear," she insisted. "Do you honestly expect me to just pretend I didn't hear all that in the woods?"
