Mark of Love (Love Mark #3) - Linda Kage Page 0,44
side of the great canyon pass would be Tyler.
I was familiar with the village of Tyler. I’d lived there for a time after my grandparents had died. I did not wish to return.
To keep from remembering those few years I’d spent with my mother’s older brother, I turned back to Quilla, blurting, “What do you call a belt made of money?”
She blinked at me as if I’d lost my mind. “What?”
I flashed her a wide grin and answered, “A waist of money. Get it?”
When she merely stared at me with blunt confusion, I cleared my throat and mumbled, “That was supposed to be a joke.”
“Was it?” The look she sent me said she disagreed. “Thanks for letting me know; I never would’ve guessed.”
Okay, screw this. I was tired of dodging the topic I really wanted to discuss with her, so I just blurted, “Don’t you think we should at least talk about this true love thing between us?”
She lifted her eyebrows. “Talk about it?” With a sniff, she muttered, “Okay, fine. Let’s talk. Here’s how things are going to go between me and you: I realize you feel some kind of disturbing affection for me or something because of the bond that stupid tattoo put into your head.”
Well, she wasn’t wrong.
But I frowned, anyway, because, “That’s not quite how I’d phrase it, but alright...”
“Except I’m not tied down by any damn love mark,” she went on. “So you mean nothing to me. I don’t want you to mean anything. And I don’t want to get to know you. As soon as my aunt and I finish our mission, that’s it. You go your way, I go mine, and we never cross paths again. Got it?”
Never cross paths again?
I blinked as a new horde of questions assailed me.
What mission was she pursuing?
Why did she need me to complete it?
And how did she propose to evade me forever afterward? I’d always be able to find her, no matter where she went.
But what I said was, “Are you serious? Magic has deemed us mates. You and I. No one in this life will ever make you happier or encourage you, partner with you, or love you as I will…” I flushed and gave a little shrug. “I mean, once we really get to know each other, I’m sure that’s how it’ll work out. Maybe not right now. But aren’t you even curious about me? I’m going out of my mind over here, fucking dying to know everything about you.”
“Well, I don’t give a shit about you, so…” She shrugged nonchalantly. “Nope. Not curious.”
I squinted at her. Her expression was completely apathetic. But a little jump in her pulse, this spurt of fear, anxiety, and guilt that came through my mark, projecting from her, told me she was lying.
So I leaned toward her and whispered, “Bullshit.”
She arched me a dry glance. “Excuse me?”
With a careless shrug, I answered, “I’m just not buying it, is all. You want to know about me, too. I know you do.”
“Whatever,” she spat, returning her attention to the road, and lifting her chin a notch higher. “Like I care what you think, anyway.”
“Someday,” I murmured, studying her intently. “I bet you will. I bet you’ll care a lot.”
The gush of unease that wafted off her told me she was afraid I might be right. I frowned, wondering why she was so afraid to fall in love with me, anyway. Because that was it, I realized. She was scared. Of love.
In any other situation, I could get that. Love was scary shit. You put yourself out there with no guarantee the other person would feel the same. You risked receiving the worst possible kind of rejection.
But that was the thing about love marks. They were the guarantee, before you ever spoke to or got to know that person. It was like a fail-safe sign that you’d just met the one who would never reject you.
Not being born of High Cliff, however, that fact must be hard for her to fully believe.
“Quilla,” I murmured, shifting my mount closer to hers and lowering my voice to a confidential level, to be sensitive to her worries and concerns. “I know this is overwhelming. It’s a lot to take in, for sure. It’s freaking me out too, I assure you. I mean, my entire life just changed. In the blink of an eye. But please trust me when I say it’s not something we have to fear. At all.”