Never Say Never (Arranged Marriage Love Story)
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"This," He says still tracing the letters, "is a possession mark. It binds you to me, making you mine. Every Salamian woman gets one from the man she's marrying. As a human, however, it also stunts your aging making you immortal." His gaze lifts up to my face as he leans forward, close enough to where I could feel his minty breath on my face. "I heard they mess with your heart; making it ache when we're apart and flutter with joy when we're together. Does it mess with your heart?" He asks as he starts to antagonize me. "Is it fluttering with joy? Does it fill your body with pleasure with each beat of your heart, dear princess?"
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