230. Lorenzo
"You really don't know your brother, do you?" I asked her and it wasn't a question. It was as of I was surprised that she didn't know something she should have.
I didn't mean to ask her. The words just slipped from my throat and rolled off my tongue before I could stop them. Athena flinched in my arms, her soft lips parting slightly in shock. I couldn't resist. At that moment, I stole a kiss, tasting her warmth, her innocence—tempting, intoxicating, and utterly mine.
Oh, Goddess!
Mark, my wolf, growled in approval, restless and wild, demanding to claim her, to mark her—to right the wrong of that failed marking night.
"What do you mean?" Her voice was a whisper, fragile and uncertain.
Those big, innocent eyes locked onto mine, searching for an answer she wasn’t ready for
