"I don't get jealous, but I'm possessive over what's mine." His slender, graceful fingers lifted her chin. His eyes blazed making her heart flutter at the intensity of his gaze.
"B-but you never said I'm yours. I'm not marked. I'm nobody's possession-" The man directed a gaze of disbelief at her making her swallow her words. His eyes pierced right through her soul as though he was trying to pry into her soul. As she met his gaze, a wicked, devastating smile formed on his glorious face.
"That's because you're not ready yet." Not ready yet? What could that mean? There was no dialogue or statement regarding the person being ready to be marked in those books? Was he making it all up?
"How do you mean?" She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to study his expressions. Slightly irked at his words about her not being ready yet.