“I am yours, and you are mine. I choose you, above all others. Always.” The Claiming Rite. Words that would do nothing for a twin flame Mark that she could no longer bear or initiate any Trials, but she still felt the claiming in her soul. “And if my Staying does not hold?” she’d whispered, feeling a tear leak from the corner of her eye. “Always, Talwyn. We take it one day at a time,” he’d replied, dipping down to take her mouth with his.
