His Fated is the Forbidden Heiress
"The marking changed something," I whisper, looking up at him.
"It opened the mate bond," he explains quickly. "You'll be able to feel what I feel now, at least partially."
The door handle rattles, then turns slowly. Everyone in the room tenses, “Well, well, I see the Forbidden One lives. She was meant to have been handed over to us, as per the agreement upon her birth; someone has double-crossed us.”
My blood turns to ice at those words. Agreement? Was someone supposed to hand me over to the rogues at birth? The mark on my throat throbs with a heat that feels like anger, mine or Clint's, I can't tell which.
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