"I made you this way, made you a self-conscious fat b***h!, made you eat all of that, made you humiliate yourself, and yet you—" He raked hands through his hair before his eyes landed on mine again, narrowing. "What did I say about this ominous thing!" he growled, grabbing another fistful of my hair. Why did everyone seem to have some kind of issue with my hair specifically, I thought, almost dazed with the absurdity. Both Knox and Josephine.
But as I stared at him, I felt the mark on the back of my neck—the claiming mark—begin to burn hotter against my skin.
His eyes caught the mark and went wide instantly, like he'd gotten what he'd been waiting for. "This is it." He smiled, releasing my hair, brushing his fingers lightly over the mark instead, and I sucked in a breath at the touch.
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