"I think I should go home," Aria said, picking up her purse from the floor.
Damien frowned. "You're leaving with the book?"
Aria let out a frustrated sigh. "After everything that's happened today, I need time to think. I walked into this house planning to organize it and gather a few things for my grandmother. Instead, I found the place in disarray, discovered a book hidden beneath my grandma's bedroom floor—one that, apparently, my bloodline is meant to protect—and then watched a creepy woman vanish into thin air. And as if that wasn't enough, you decided to kiss me, only to turn around and tell me that not being marked means Tristan doesn't truly consider me his wife. So forgive me, Damien, if all I want to do right now is go home!"
Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and headed for the door. But before she could leave, Damien grabbed her wrist, stopping her in place.
"I'm sorry for kissing you," he said, his voice softer this time.
