"I will not believe it if you say that you don't feel anything for me right now."
And with that, Fenja proved it to him.
"I, Fenja Andrea Harts, reject you, Shayne Bill Blackthorn, as my mate! May our bond sever for good." Fenja had said the same thing before, but neither of them felt anything. "See? Can you feel it? You don't feel the pain, right? Nor do I."
Shayne balled his fists tightly until his knuckles turned white. "Did you allow him to touch you?" He asked.
Fenja narrowed her eyes; she knew where it would go.
"Did you allow him to mark you?" Shayne's devastated expression morphed into malice. "Only if you had let me mark you and strengthen the bond between us would I be able to feel you. But you didn't allow me, and now you have the audacity to put all the blame on me because I cheated with Nadia?"
Fenja pressed her lips as she listened to his rambling. He was losing it.
