"Why?" I heard Michael's question after I finally stopped what I was doing.
I stared blankly at the whiteness on my hand.
'Why?' I wanted to ask the same question.
'Why did you stop just now? Why didn't you want to mark me?'
I turned my back to Michael and felt like I was embarrassing myself by asking Michael this question again.
Michael had made it clear to me in his behavior, hadn't he?
I had been so naive. I had thought I had it under control with Joanna, but I hadn't. Joanna was right. Michael had no intention of marking me.
My mind was a mess, and I couldn't think straight about what it meant. I felt like a complete emotional loser. I was worried about Kate and her mate. Now I didn't know what to do with my mate.
"Cecily, what's wrong?" Michael reached out and pulled me over to face him.
I looked at him silently. We both knew what had happened. As mates, it was only fitting that I wanted his mark, but he wouldn't give it to me.
