MORIA
“You owe me.”
My body shivers in response to the sound of his voice and I jerk away.
My stomach twisting stubbornly in response.
Sliding out of reach before Morgana can take a swipe at him, he smirks like he knows the effect he has on me.
Knows that it isn’t all bad.
“I don’t care what Tristen says, you’re still mine to mark.”
“Mark?”
“You’ve never been drunk from before and I intend to be your first.”
Morgana groans.
I think about his teeth in my skin.
About the pain that had pervaded every crevice of my mind.
About the blinding pleasure that had been on the edge of rushing through and covering up the anguish.
I adjust myself in my seat suddenly unable to look him straight in the eye.
“I’m not anyone’s property to mark.”
He pauses at the door and winks in my direction
