Harper’s POV
“I want you to let me mark you to prove you love me,” Logan hisses.
He didn’t just say that.
Right?
I stare at Logan and study the completely serious expression on his face as a sense of dread rises within me. A sharp pain flares in my shoulder, and I press my fingers to it, noting the heat that radiates there.
My mark hasn’t bothered me much lately, but at the mention of being marked again, I stumble back. My back hits the table, and memories of pain fill me. Burning, aching, and agonizing pain that makes me regret ever being marked in the first place.
Not only that, but I hesitate at the idea of being marked by Logan. This situation in itself shines a new light on Logan and the way he views our relationship. I don’t know if I want to be with someone who thinks the
