"Here," he said quietly, handing her the medication along with a glass of water.
She swallowed the pills, the motion slow and careful, before murmuring a soft thank you.
Damien leaned back against the couch beside her, and for a moment, silence stretched between them thick, uneasy, almost suffocating.
"So… I'm your chosen mate now?" she asked at last.
"Yes," he replied.
There was something strange about it he still wasn't used to the fact that she now knew everything about his world.
"Why did you mark me?" Her voice cut through the quiet, sharp and direct, catching him off guard.
"You didn't want me to?" he asked, keeping his tone calm, though his heart had already begun to race.
"I asked you why you marked me," she repeated, colder this time.
The stiffness in her voice struck him like a blade.
She had never spoken to him like this before.
Not once.
