I couldn't breathe. Not with the way Atticus was looking at me. His eyes looked drugged but confused at the same time. What was there to be confused about? I was his. He was mine.
How could he ask me that question? His mark was on me. I smell like him because he put that mark there. I smell like him because we're bonded; we are one.
The person standing before me didn't seem to know any of this, which was simply absurd. How could he not know?
I've been so confused by his reaction to me since I returned.
Why was he acting this weirdly? What could have possibly happened for him to be behaving like this? Did Anya do something to him while I was gone? Was I crazy for thinking that way? She was capable of doing something sneaky, and she had threatened me in the past already. That thought
