*Amaya*

I took a deep breath and tried to control my pulse. He would be able to tell I was faking if my body gave me away. I needed to steady myself but I had a horrible feeling that he was about to say something terrible.

He sat down on the bed and pulled me onto his lap. It was becoming harder and harder to pretend that I was under his love spell. Hell, he should’ve made his witch do that instead of this stupid mark business. ...