Fated Mate Isn’t Me
“She’s all alone right now. She can’t survive out there.”
“Then let’s erase the mate mark,” I said. “Either you send her away, or we get divorced.”
Adrian’s eyes narrowed, his gaze cooling by the second.
“Ann. That trick doesn’t work the second time.” He stepped closer, looking down at me like he held the high ground. “The first time, I was willing to spoil you, to let you throw your little tantrum.”
He reached for my face. I dodged.
“You say divorce and we divorce?” He gave a low laugh. “What do you think I am?”