His Rejected Half-Blood Mate
"A temporary mark? What does he think you are?"
I didn't answer, but Charlie already understood.
"Asshole," he said, his judgment swift and simple.
Just then, my phone buzzed.
Not a call, but a notification from Instagram.
Willow Black had sent me a direct message.
I opened it. It was a video.
In the clip, Lucas was sitting on the edge of a luxurious bed, holding the hand of Willow, who was lying in it.
Her face was flushed, clearly in the throes of her heat.