“I’m not leaving,” Seth growls at Oliver.
“Neither am I,” my brother says, clearly unhappy, but less terrifying than my mate.
“Fine,” I say, taking my shoes off and standing with the blanket in one hand and my hot chocolate in the other. “We’ll be upstairs” I declare, heading towards the little stairway that leads to the attic.
Oliver follows me, bringing pillows and more blankets and tosses them on the floor, making a comfortable spot in my favorite place. It’s a cramped area, not really made for people, but there’s a window that looks out over the woods and the stars are always so beautiful up here. It’s so peaceful.
I sit down and pull the blanket over us and Oliver puts his arm around me. “Tell me everything.”
“He marked me,” I tell him and move the collar of my shirt so he
