|| Lilac’s POV ||

Elara’s eyes narrowed, and before I could stop her, she reached over and pulled down the collar of my dress, checking for a mark on my neck.

“Did he mark you?” she demanded.

“No,” I said, pushing her hand away. “It’s not like that.”

“But now your mate is here,” Elara said, her voice firm. “So everything will slowly go away, Lilac.”

“I don’t know that,” I replied, my voice trembling.

Suddenly, Madeline ...