Alpha Marcel
But I was no fool, I knew that this expression was not one that came with happiness or grace.
“Come closer,” Luna Isobel said. “I didn’t call for you to stand like a statue.”
I did, holding my breath for one second before I forced myself to be composed.
Her eyes dropped immediately, to my collarbone, my neck, where the marks Marcel had left were impossible to miss. She stared for a second longer than necessary, lips thinning. I wanted to cover them, but Marcel wouldn’t allow it… I believed that it was his own way of showing the claim he was having over me.
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