That was why, when Marcus tried to take away her final layer of resistance, Anya hesitated. She resisted.
Her family had always placed great hopes on her. Ever since she was young, Phoenix Cry had been her future, her responsibility, and the path everyone expected her to walk. But when she looked at Marcus, the man she loved more than anything, she found herself unable to reject him. She did not want to oppose him, not even a little. More than that, becoming his woman had long been the deepest wish hidden in her heart.
'Marcus, I want to be with you. Right now.'
The thought settled firmly inside her. She would not regret giving up Phoenix Cry if it meant staying by his side. After all, mastering Phoenix Cry might still take years. Looking at Marcus now, seeing the desire in his eyes and how much he wanted her, Anya no longer wanted misunderstandings between them. She did not want another accident, another missed chance.
