Marked for Darkness by Raven Woodward

Author:Raven Woodward [Woodward, Raven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Raven Romance
Published: 2020-02-13T16:00:00+00:00

Arian

Butter sizzled in the pan as Arian finished roughly chopping the vegetables. His jaw twitched when Josirus huffed beside him.

“You can’t befriend the woman your beast is Marked to. It’s unheard of.”

“There really haven’t been that many people to try under similar circumstances.”

Josirus’s teeth ground together. “Were we all not under strict orders that if any of us were to complete the Mark, our mate would die? Was that not incentive enough to keep them safe?”

With the knife, Arian slid the vegetables into the hot pan. The popping of butter gave him long enough to choose his next words.

“Perhaps. Though since I am the one that had to end my brother’s source of happiness—had to witness him grieving for centuries and watch as he turned to madness—it stands to reason that I comprehend what’s at stake here. Even Prody, who watched his mate marry another, bear his children, grow old, and die, has suffered. And he never completed the Mark. I will be forced to do the same. And I’ll bear it just like he has.”

Silence.

Josirus’s next words were softer. Pained. “And who will be the one to tear out her throat should the challenge prove too much?”

His muscles jumped at the spoken threat—already enough proof that Josirus’s concern was not unfounded.

Arian’s clan-mate laid a firm hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “Would it not be kinder, to yourself and to your mate, to end things now? She won’t have to suffer—”

Arian exploded. Josirus’s back slammed into the opposite wall, the tip of the knife pressed into his throat.

“Do not think to harm one hair on my mate’s head.”

Josirus’s lips pressed into a thin white line as a bead of crimson welled around the narrow bit of steel. As slowly as their breaths came, the blood tracked down his throat. Yet Arian felt no remorse. Only the clawing, raging wrath of his beast.

The need to protect his Marked.

“If you utter a single word against her again, I’ll drop you into a block of concrete and sink it in the bottom of the Harbijeer on the first day of Lunvet.” The Harbijeer. Also known as the blood ocean that lapped the shores of Scondelade. In Lunvet—the winter season—the ocean froze over.

The realization of being trapped in the depths of the Harbijeer made Josirus’s jaw harden. As an immortal, he’d be forced to drown repeatedly until he could free himself. Yet still, anger sparked in his abnormally pale eyes. “Understood.”

Arian stepped back, taking with him, the blade.

“Aw, did I miss the ass-kicking?” Prody asked from the doorway, grinning. Leaning against one side, with one foot crossed over the other, he sliced a chunk of flesh from a bright green apple and popped it into his mouth.

Josirus rolled his eyes before storming past Prodepheus. Though Arian had seen it a million times, the contrast of Josirus’s pale complexion beside Prody’s olive skin and long dark hair was almost jarring.

The front door slammed shut a moment later.

With a sigh, Arian went back to his

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