Eyes. All over me.
And whispers all around me.
I was too nervous to look around. I'm not usually like this. It's just that people staring at me, analyzing me, and talking about what I had with my mate (which is not something you'd want other people to discuss) was making my nerves rise. I put on a brave face but avoided eye contact with others and clutched my coat tighter around me.
I knew Cassian could feel my nervousness. He released his pheromones, gentle, a tad bit sweeter to help me calm down as his warm hands gave my cold one a squeeze.
I could tell most people around me were surprised to see the mark on my neck by the gasps and hushed whispers they uttered. They thought Cassian would never mark a rogue.
I managed to tune them out as we reached the packhouse.
Stella pulled m
