Page 169 of The Immortal’s Mark

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He runs a hand through his hair, revealing a sliver of skin at his waist. “I did what I thought was best.”

I shift my gaze, resisting the lust-filled thoughts trying to take root. “I didn’t deserve to have my mind manipulated, Des. You don’t get to decide what I remember.”

“I know. At least…I know that now.”

I lift my eyes. Sincerity shines in his stunning emerald eyes.

“You do?”

“I do.” He nods and steps closer. “And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

“For which part?”

“All of it.” He exhales. “For manipulating your memories. For forcing the bond⁠—”

“You didn’t force anything,” I counter. “That was Adir’s⁠—”

“But I am the reason you are in this situation. If it weren’t for⁠—”

“For what?” I snap. “The fact I’m your One? The fact that someone in the past murdered all of your soulmates? The fact that Adir forced your hand and made you bond with me? I understand you don’t want me. But do you have to⁠—”

“What are you talking about?” His voice drops low.

A shudder races through me.

I swallow down my nerves and lift my chin. “I know this isn’t what you want, but⁠—”

“You’re wrong.”

I pause and blink. “What?”

His eyes search mine.

For a moment, I believe he’s going to be honest.

That I may finally catch a true glimpse into the Immortal’s thoughts and worries—that he may finally realize keeping information from me is pointless.

But whatever he planned to say stays locked behind his lips.

“You know what?” He clears his throat. “You’ve been through an ordeal. Perhaps you should rest⁠—”

“Damnit, Des!” I shout, spin on my heel, and stomp back into my room.

I need distance from the Immortal.

Before I do something foolish like punch him.

Or kiss him.

The hum of awareness in my gut tightens as Des follows me.

“Darcie? What is it?”

“Nothing.” I approach the door, determined to escape this room and the confusing as hell man following me.

My hand grabs the knob. Before I can open the door, Des’s hand lands firmly on the wood next to my head, holding it closed.

“What did I do?”