Or because you saw her as some valuable, shiny treasure long before that second Mark?” “Fuck off, Theon,” Luka snarled. “It all fits,” Theon said in disbelief. “Your insistence that I not choose her. The lingering looks when I did. The long period of time you stayed away. The softness. The feral protectiveness. The fucking flip-flops. You sensed what she was from the very beginning and wanted her as your own.” “And you just wanted,” Luka retorted. “Without ever wondering why you were drawn to her. Then you act utterly baffled when nothing has gone to plan.”
