Chapter 20
Marcus
I held her tighter than I probably should have.
Her hair was damp against my chest, smelling faintly of chlorine and something sweeter—peach shampoo, maybe. She always smelled like that.
I made sure she was deeply asleep, ensuring she was properly rested on the bed before I carefully climbed down, cautious not to wake her.
I made my way out of the room, my feet leading me toward the guest master room he’d chosen.
The door was cracked open, faint light spilling out.
I walked in without bothering to knock. Damon was leaning against the window, shirt half-buttoned, hair still damp. At the far end of the room, his girl, Layla was asleep on the bed.
He didn’t look surprised to see me.
“You and I need to talk,” I said flatly.
He turned fully, a smirk tugging at his l
