Liam POV
I felt the pain. The pain was so overwhelming that I let out a scream of pain, sinking to my knees and holding my neck in despair. King Julian rushed to my side, a frown on his face. I could not help but clutch at my neck, even as the King assisted me back to my feet.
"What the hell was that?" the King asked in concern, "You just fell to your knees, son. What's going on?"
"He marked her," I breathed and then grew even more filled with rage as my hand fell away and my hands clenched into fists, "the son of a b***h marked her," I roared.
The King scowled. "If that's the case, then he's done it by force. You know that Hope would never betray you. We have to find her soon and fast. I know that bastard is responsible for the attack back at my castle, and I'm eager to get my hands
