••• Arabella’s POV •••
“Enough!” Max roared at the blonde, who was still trying to say something, and slammed his fist against the table again.
Despite his anger, Max still wrapped his arm around my shoulder, offering support and encouragement.
Feeling touched by his action, I smiled gratefully at him.
For some reason, ever since the ritual at Rosa’s house, it seemed like Max and I could feel each other better - like we could feel each other’s emotions, sharing our emotions.
Was this also due to the magic of creating a fake mark?
“Don’t be afraid, Arra. I’m here. I’ll handle this. I won't let anyone hurt you. And remember, we have ‘marked’ each other.”
I received a mindlink from him, and the anxiety in my heart began to fade.
The marks!
How could I have forgotten about them?!
Yes, we had ‘marked’ each other…
I shouldn't feel afraid even if they doubted our mateship.
The marks were our ironclad evidence…