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~Brielle

Shame is all that I feel.

Chase and I lay in bed, my head on his chest, as I cry. I can’t help the tears, as they pool onto his shirt. At least the bleeding from my neck has stopped, thanks to Chase and his first aid abilities. But the mark is still there, stuck upon my neck, a false representation of a mate bond that doesn’t actually exist.

“This doesn’t change anything, you know,” Chase murmurs, his fingers running gently through my hair. I glance up at him, raising an eyebrow as he gazes down at me. “I still love you. You’re still my mate. We will fix this.”

“Quiet,” I breathe. “He can hear us.”

Chase sits up, forcing me too as well. He’s frowning at me, and for a moment I can’t tell why. I’m numb, nothing makes sense right now. But of course, this is big news.

“He admitted that all this time, he has been seeing through your eyes. I’m assuming it’s because he is the original host of the body. He can hear everything right now. It means no more talking about anything. Ok