Rhoyda's p.o.v

Regret, total regret!.

I was never, ever going to put wolfsbane in anyone's beer, ever again!.

I stood still looking at myself in the mirror.

My neck was bruised and swollen from Ken's brutal marking.

I looked at him in the mirror and saw that he had his gaze fixed on the ground.

"Do you have anything to say to me?" I asked coldly.

"I'm sorry." He whispered in a low tone.

I turned and faced him seriously.

"Sorry for what exactly?. Is it sorry for marking me ...