Ever Marked (Mystics of Mercy Ridge #1)

by J. Kearston

You hang one face on the fridge in the common room, and instead of everyone telling you how impressed they are of how perfectly you skinned a man, they call you a sociopath. Complete bullshit.

“You’re looking a little… on edge. When’s the last time you slept?” He blinks at me, utterly confused. “I just woke up from a nap, why?” Ooooookay then. So this is just his personality. That’ll be fun to live with and not exhausting at all.

“You’re not my keeper.” “Buuuuuullfuckingshit,” he drawls, scowling. “You break it, you buy it. Three fractured ribs means I'm officially your problem now. Hospital said so.”

I almost killed the guy, he should hate me, not consider it foreplay.

If I had a dick that size, I’d be a menace.

“I’m going to be the best brother you could ask for,” I promise, wincing as his head hits the doorway. “Starting now.”

“You’re on bedrest.” “Fuck bedrest. The hospital sent me with crutches for a reason.” He struggles upright. “Myles, pass ‘em over.” Myles goes to retrieve them and pauses. “Did you seriously strap knives to the bottom of your crutches?”