••• Arabella’s POV •••

“Enough!” Max roared at the blonde, who was still trying to say something, and slammed his fist against the table again.

Despite his anger, Max still wrapped his arm around my shoulder, offering support and encouragement.

Feeling touched by his action, I smiled gratefully at him.

For some reason, ever since the ritual at Rosa’s house, it seemed like Max and I could feel each other better - like we could feel each other’s emotions, sharing our emotions.

Was this also due to the magic of creating a fake mark?

“Don’t be afraid, Arra. I’m here. I’ll handle this. I won't let anyone hurt you. And...