Chapter 37

• “It’s too late, Reagan.” A pained looked crossed his face. “I wished to the gods it wasn’t, but we can’t be mated. I can’t share my mark with you then give you the decay and pain that’s inside me.”
• I swallowed the lump in my throat at the agony in his tone. His beautiful brown eyes were bleeding pain. “Maybe I’m the one that’s meant to take the pieces and make you whole again.” I whispered.
• He shook his head. “It would kill you to heal everything inside me.”