Chapter 38 : That’s My Mate

*Amaya*

I took a deep breath and tried to control my pulse. He would be able to tell I was faking if my body gave me away. I needed to steady myself but I had a horrible feeling that he was about to say something terrible.

He sat down on the bed and pulled me onto his lap. It was becoming harder and harder to pretend that I was under his love spell. Hell, he should’ve made his witch do that instead of this stupid mark business.

He brushed the hair off my shoulder. My clothes were dirty and ripped from when I was captured. All I wanted at that moment was to take a long hot bath and put on clean clothes. I didn’t want to sit in his lap, I didn’t want him to touch me. It made me feel grimier than the few days I’d gone without a bath.

He playfully bit my shoulder and then kissed it. “Did you miss me?”