"You fu*king marked her!?" Grayson roars into the room, his anger kindled with an undercurrent of panic and rage. It almost sounds so uncharacteristic of him, but then again, I can't expect him to be all calm and passive in a situation like this.
"She channeled me and I just couldn't help myself." Griffen's tone is indifferent, he doesn't sound the least bit apologetic. "If you want, I can take full responsibility."
"Not a fu*king chance!" Grayson snarls. "You better find a way to fix this fu*king mess because she's Mine!"
"Ours!" Clay chimes in, earning him two hostile growls.
I so badly want to see the look on their faces as they fight over plain ol' me— a mere offering, but I'm too exhausted to even lift my eyelids and too sore to even move. I try to fight the fatigue threatening to
