LYRA - POV
I shove his hand from my neck, and he lets it go.
"So about this: you run, and I will hunt and put my mark on you." Landon's suggestion rings in my ears with unmistakable excitement. "This fantasy will sure be off the bucket list."
I frown at his words.
"Hey, don't make that face, Icy." His face is so close to mine. I step back, the chilly breeze making me shiver.
"Come on, Icy. You need to work here," Landon says. "You know this sleepy-laced knife can pull me into sleep if you delay." His gaze is amused, mocking me.
"Mark me and leave." He sighs at my remark. I look away, knowing outrunning an alpha is a stupid idea.
"If you run away, I might consider not marking you." I narrow my eyes.
"What's the catch?" I ask.
He shrugs. "I'm not interested in marking you." He says
