Page 41 of The Immortal’s Mark

“Why?”

My gaze trails over her, my eyes starting at the top of her head and ending at the tips of her tennis shoes. “Because you are breathtaking.”

She huffs a self-conscious laugh. “Yeah, right.”

Suddenly, I want nothing more than to convince the young woman in front of me just how lovely she truly is.

I might not be able to cherish her, but I need to know that she will someday be loved by another.

Even if the idea causes acute agony in my soul. I want nothing but the best and fullest life for my One.

I train my steady gaze on her deep blue eyes. “I speak the truth, Darcie. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

You always are.

Her lips part.

I do not regret my words.

I’m happy I got to tell her she’s lovely.

If only once in this lifetime…

Fuck that.

“Would you like to grab a drink with me?” I ask.

Forget leaving.

I told myself I’d allow us one day.

And one full day is what I am going to have.

She licks her lips. “A drink?”

“Or a coffee,” I offer. “Whatever you want.”

I don’t care as long as I get to be around her.

“What about your friend?” Her knowing eyes stare into mine.

“He can wait,” is all I offer in return.

She crosses her arms and looks out toward a crowd of tourists.

Uncertainty swirls in her expression.

I fear she might turn me down.

Then—

“Okay.” Her lips curl shyly. “Let’s do it.”

And my soul soars.

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