“What the hell is wrong with you?” Chris asked me angrily as I neared the steps.
“You’re sixteen Chris, he had no right to push this bond on you,” I said to her, my anger flaring up again.
“He didn’t,” she said to me, and I looked at her neck. It was unmarked.
“s**t,” I said.
“We both realized it this morning when we bumped into each other in the hallway and he was on the verge of rejecting me. I said to him I wouldn’t reject this bond even if I always thought of him as a brother. You know very well that we can’t fight it,” she said to me.
“I thought he marked you,” I said to her.
“You’re a shithead because the mark will only appear when I’m seventeen,” she said to me.
“I know,” I said as she turned around and left the front door open behind her.
Jax wasn’t in the living room and I
