The ride to the mall is quiet. Neither one of us speaks, and Raelynn has her eyes closed the entire ride, as if stubbornly refusing to look at the world around us. Her hair is up, and I can see my mark on her neck. It brings me some ease knowing that she is off limits now. They’ll still flirt with her, but only an i***t would touch a woman who wears my mark.
When I finally park my car, Raelynn sits still, waiting for me to get the door. Only then does she get out. I can’t even pin that one on Beta Ronan because everyone, including me, has been opening and holding doors for her for as long as I remember.
“Stay close,” I tell her, shutting my car door.
“Are you walking me?”
I pause, “Am I what?”
“Walking me,” she says, letting her hair down to cover her mark. “You’ve not once told me wh
