Forty Eight.

Elsa

Surely it was some sort of joke. The only way I could get rid of the mark was if Nate accepted my rejection or if another man marked me.

“Are you sure?” I mutter, staring into his grey eyes.

“I have seen it happen.” He sighs. “But it rarely happens.”

“Rarely?”

“A mark is a sign that you are taken.” His brow creases up. “Unless your mate is dead, it will be rare for another to want to mark you.”

I feel my shoulders drop. As if things weren’t difficult enough. I was going to be marked to Nate forever. A stupid rule, making people stick together permanently

“We can use this to our advantage.” Lola tries offering a positive view.

“You don't want anything to happen to him?”

“No. He is still my brother. But if we are going to come up with a plan to get us out of this pile of shit, then maybe we can use our connections to him.”

“Not a bad idea.” Rex mutters looking out the window. “Crap. Stay here.”

Lola asks what’s wrong but he is gone.

I was still in a lot of pain so there wasn’t muc