Zuri
“You’ve lost your damn mind, Brandon.”
She paced the room. That’s his plan?
Mark her and then stab him. She might survive it—if Brandon gets that close to do it before Justin gets him. But he wanted to tether himself to her, which meant he could possibly die too like this was some messed up version of Romeo and Juliet. No thank you.
“How?” he demanded. “Zuri, I’m willing to risk my life just to have you. Wouldn’t you be willing to make that risk, too?”
No. It wasn’t a guarantee that Brandon wouldn’t get hurt. She didn’t care so much if she died. He would move on eventually. Her, not so much. But he would find someone better. Probably someone that could do the whole Luna thing anyways.
“Say you kill him,” she crossed her arms over her chest. “You kill him, but you put a mark on
