MARCUS MARKET’S POV
I feel embarrassed each time I remember how cold I was at Penelope since we met and now that we have spent almost two months together. I adore her and I am fond of her already. She never gave up on me and she was there for me even when I never wanted to be there for myself.
We have shared a lot concerning the serial killer I was living with and it is such a relief that I was going back to Westside the following day with a plan of bringing her down. Her demon dad should be ready because we also had a good plan for him.
It was our last night together and I was happy to be perfectly okay to do anything. Penelope was preparing dinner and I was just playing our plan in my brain and hoping that it does not backfire and land us in hot soup.
The aroma from the kitchen made
