The Moon Marked Him As Mine
He didn’t know that one thing I had taught myself to be good at, and that was self-defense, because, unlike other kids back then, I didn’t have my mom or dad to defend me if anything bad happened.
“When I tell you to listen to something, you listen,” he murmured, and for a moment, or probably it was my imagination, his eyes were black, like there was no white portion, just the pupils.
“Why? And your demand is ridiculous,” I repeated, even though my heart was beating faster now.
Why was I feeling so damn affected by this man’s closeness?
“Because, sweetheart…this is also my estate,” he murmured, his voice going an octave low.
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