Kelsey's POV
I was utterly confused. What on earth was Marcus trying to imply?
The pine scent around Marcus suddenly turned piercing.
He took a half-step closer and hissed, "Speechless, aren't you? Usually so quick with an excuse."
I tried to wriggle free, my fingertips glowing with the cold light of wolf claws from the strain, but the strength difference between men and women was just too much—I couldn't break free.
I decided to play it bold and grabbed his tie instead. My cedar pheromones sharpened, "Mr. Marshman, I've never dated you!"
"Already texted me yesterday. Forgot so soon?" His vertical pupils flickered faintly under the light.
Oh, right—the text.
I tilted my head back, my tone stiff, "That's different."
"How's it different? Keep making excuses," Marcus's knuckles white
