Chapter 63

Clementine

Circe grumbled as I tried to cover my mark with my hair. She found it incredibly insulting that I would do such a thing. I tried to tell her that I found it unprofessional to attend work with a hickey, and she just scoffed.

“That’s human thinking, Clementine. Did you see Ryan hiding Stacey’s mark? Do you see anyone else hiding their mate’s mark?”

“At least the mate mark is subtle. This is a gigantic purple bruise.”

“The mating mark starts as a purple bruise too.” She rolled her eyes. “I thought you were excited about his mark. Do I need to remind you how turned on you got thinking about it? Or how turned on you were when he was physically marking you? You wanted this.”

“I did.”

“Then why are you so anxious about showing the world you got what you wanted.”

“If Nola sees it–”

“That bitch is beneath us.” Circe rolled her eyes. “She’s going to smell it anyway. So, you may as well hold your head high and show it off. Don’t let her or your anxiety win. Show her that even