*Margaret*
I pull on a thin white nightgown and sit on the bed. Barrett left a while ago to switch places. He marked me, but it doesn’t feel complete. I’m sure it will after Garrett marks me. I need both halves of my whole mate, which is weird to think, but it makes sense.
There’s a knock at the door, and it startles me. “Umm… come in,” I call out.
The door opens, and Garrett enters. He smiles as he sees me with my legs pulled up into my gown. “It’s nice to see you again, Margaret,” he says as he crosses the room and sits on the bed beside my feet. How are you?”
“I’m alright,” I tell him, leaning forward to rest my chin on my knees.
“Barrett told me about your talk,” he tells me, making me so nervous. He’s supposed to be the mean brother. Maybe he’ll just kill me and be done
