Chapter 22

VIOLETTE.

“This is your last chance to back away, Noah,” I told him after taking the equipment.

“Do it.”

I guess this is it. He had set his mind on getting a brand. I wouldn’t have a problem if Emil did it for him, but he especially asked me to do it. I was afraid I’d end up hurting him. Not only that, but it also felt too personal if I branded him.

As he stated, it would mean he belonged to me. From my perspective, it sounded like a tie that would bond us forever. The thought of having him as my mate still scares me sometimes. Having a brand together almost seems like we claiming each other.

“Are you sure?” I asked again, hoping he could sense my hesitancy.

Noah smiled warmly. “Brand me.” He said with determination.

That’s it. He wouldn’t change his mind even if I somersaulted before his face. My hands trembled as I reached for the pen and brought it close to his skin. I couldn’t help but gaze at his gray eyes that were staring at me lovingly.

Noah’s chest shook as he held his laugh.