Myra felt the sudden urge to throw up or pass out. She leaned over the table, desperately trying to understand this crisis. She was his mate? How on earth did it happen? Did fate despise her that much? Was she cursed?

Myra swallowed painfully, too confused to speak. She touched the mark again, feeling the energy within it.

"Undo it" she said quietly.

A muscle in his cheek twitched. She really was a fool.

"Undo it. Remove this. Now" she said, urgency laced in her voice.

His lips remained ...