The cold brisk air passes over me and I have never been so happy to have chapped hands and cold ears. I burrow deeper into my parka, a gift from Marcus. Well, not so much a gift as a command. He doesn't want me falling ill. Two nights ago we agreed to a trial to test out our connection and so far Marcus has taken a complete 180. He's more sensitive now. Its odd.
The pack has backed off to. The dinner where I went off on all of them seemed like it never happened. At least they are treating it that way. I have to wonder if this is Marcus' doing. Did he tell them to back off? Is he really this committed to me? He doesn't seem like the type to put his mate first...he seems like the type to put his killings first.
Shit. No. Can't think about that. I need to try and put that behind me.
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