If You...Die?
Valentine shook his head at him and abruptly dropped to his knees.
"If hitting me will make you listen to me, go ahead Olive. I deserve it." His grip on the hem of his shirt tightened, ready to receive whatever hit was coming from him.
Olive stared down at him, his shoulders heaving up and down. He shut his eyes, rubbing his temples with a stressed-out expression. "Do you know what you've done?"
Valentine lifted his head, looking into his head. "I-"
"You were meant to take only blood, but you didn't do that, you marked me and not just any mark, you mate marked me! What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you an animal? You injured it as well and it hurts like hell. Hell, you should have bit off my mating gland!" Olive shouted at him, his eyes burning with anger.
Valentine was at a complete loss for words. He was utterly dumbstruck, this having been the first time he'd ever seen Olive furious.