Chapter 42. Fate

Delilah twisted onto her side so she faced him, a small smile gracing her lips as she gently pressed her fingers against the tender mark on her neck. “I guess I could say the same thing.”

“You absolutely can. I’m yours even if you haven’t marked me yet, and you can do that whenever you want. I’m ready for the ceremony whenever you are… are you ready?”

Delilah wiggled her toes as she thought about it for a second before nodding her head. Beatrice was completely out of the picture, he’d accepted her, she’d accepted him… they were in love; why wait? “I think I am.”

“No, I want you to be sure.”

“I am sure… I want that. I want my mark on your neck too… I bet it’d look pretty there.”

“It’d look just as perfect as mine looks on yours.” He draped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer against him. “How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine… though my legs are… I think you wrecked them.”

Jake laughed. “Still shaking? I mean, they alway