"Don't you want to talk? Was it Todd?" He growled again when Thalia didn't attempt to speak.

"I don't know what you are talking about. I only met him and..."

He interrupted her, "Shut up, Thalia. Don't take me for a fool." He dragged out Thalia's sketchbook. She gulped her saliva, and every night, she drew the man with whom she carried her mark, the man she also wished to claim and spend the rest of her life with. That man, that have imprinted his mark on her but had never felt her mate bond.

"I found this in your luggage?" Thalia wanted to roll her eyes, of course, she...