(Anna)
What was I thinking, leaving my mark on him? He started talking nonsense about ‘if something happens’. I swear men are stupid, but I wasn’t going to let him think that I didn’t care. It was like I had no control over what I was doing… I blame Stella. Before I knew it, my teeth were sinking into Christian’s shoulder. All his emotions came flooding into me like a wild storm. I felt everything, from his fear to his sorrow to his need to protect me. It was sweet, touching, and yet disturbing. Is this what my brother felt when he marked the bunhead?
I pushed the thought out of my head, I needed to focus on what was on hand. My plan would work, but I would have to play my part in faking it with Devon. Thinking about it had me gagging, and Stella growling. I made my choice when I marked
