CULLEN
I was never one to be particularly nervous when it came to the political circus that the Summit brought about. Anxiety is what drove me from my bedroom before my mate was even awake this morning and had me checking frivolous details I had no business meddling with. Remi provided the perfect distraction and balm to get me through what we expected to be a tenuous few days.
Despite her good-natured comfort, I couldn’t help but harbor guilt deep in my heart when I saw my marks on her body. Each time I saw them, they struck me almost as sharply as the first time, and each time, my incredible mate reminded me she didn’t hold me accountable. My brother was on his way to complete forgiveness, and the others who were witnesses to my heinous crime never brought it up.
They should blame me
