She hasn’t noticed me yet, too caught up in her own world. Her frustration builds and she digs her nails into her arm, dragging them across the skin hard enough to leave red marks behind. Yeah, that’s not fucking happening. I stride over to her, not bothering to avoid stepping on the papers, and pull her to standing. She blinks up at me. “There are only four people in this world who are allowed to mark you and you’re not one of them,” I tell her. Only River, Jude, Oz, and I get that pleasure.
a man. a man. a ma-a-a-a-an. A MAN
