NORA
I stare at him, my heart still racing from the implication of everything he just laid bare. I need to know if I'm just a war spoil to him.
What difference will it make? A tiny voice asks at the back of my mind.
But in truth, knowing what I am to him is what I need to keep myself afloat in this bottomless pit.
He shrugs casually as if we're discussing dinner plans. "I married you because you married me."
My jaw drops.
Is he toying with me right now?!
I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I level a fiery glare at him.
"Stop avoiding my question, Marcellus. Answer me!"
He doesn't flinch. Instead, he moves towards me. His movements are unhurried and graceful, like a predator who has successfully caged his prey.
I back away purely on instincts.
"Marcellus—"
Befor
