One Hundred and Twenty Four.

Aria’s POV

With Elijah, it was when he touched me, the mate bond would drive me insane.

With Ryan, I only had to look at him and it was sending my senses into overdrive. I just hoped he would stay downstairs. Sex was not part of the deal. I only agreed to let him mark me.

I wanted to believe what Tala was saying, I wanted to trust that she was right. That Ryan’s mark would remove Elijah’s and maybe, just maybe, there would be less poison of his in my body. Maybe I would get to live a long and happy life.

“Aria, we need to talk about this.” He calls up the stairs, his voice almost irresistible.

“Nope!” I slam the door, trying to keep some distance between us as the sound of his footsteps climb the stairs.

It had happened before. I hadn’t been able to control myself, my own body had betrayed me and it couldn’t happen again.

Come on, where is your sense of adventure?

‘I don’t need any more adventures!’ I snap at Tala as I try to level my breathing out. Controlling my thoughts.

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