Chapter 19.5
Something in Marcus unraveled, and it was a painful and beautiful feeling all at once. “And you?” he demanded to know next, glancing up cautiously past his lashes. This time, Declan surprised him by cracking a wry, lopsided smile and lifting a hand to scrub at the hair at the back of his head. It was such a natural, boyish movement that it disarmed the last bits of Marcus’s arsenal, and made him ready to accept what he heard next: “Well, the fact that I like it when you share a bed with me is a good indicator that I’m okay with this. And even if your life weren’t on the line… you’re a person I’d like to get to know.” The words were so tentative for so powerful a Werewolf that it somehow made them sound more sincere instead of less. It was a dichotomy that Marcus’s brain tried to re
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