Marcus
I didn’t want Louis to feel what I was feeling. The pain from Amelia, I worked hard to buffer it away from him. Worked harder to hide my worry as they’d dragged me away. How I’d felt watching Louis wrap his arms around Amelia. Dragging her to the ground to put Nash’s flames.
Nash who I was going to kill one way or the other.
“Marcus, you should stop pouting. We will be married in two weeks. You need to get this out of your system.”
Looking up at Vega, I had to fight back my snarl. She pushed her hair back over her shoulders. Crouching down beside me, her eyes met mine as she locked the chains around my neck. I wanted to rip her apart, my beast demanded it.
“Oh relax, Marcus,” She hissed at me. Dragging her hand over my shoulder as she moved to stand. “If you had just agreed to
