Connor's Claim (Body Count, #2)

by Jolie Vines

“Did we just become friends? I think so.”

I wanted a person. My person. Someone I could eat with. Or hug. Someone who wanted me. In a mansion surrounded by my family, happy couples with a thousand kids, or here, with sex everywhere, I felt lonely. I didn’t like it.

“Mine. Wanted. Needed. Owned. Claimed. Free.” She paused over the last. The one on her hip. “Loved.”

“My last breath will be your name.”