“I want you to mark me.” Her eyes flew wide—then quickly narrowed—and he expected a No fucking way was right at the tip of her tongue, but he spoke before she did. “I can’t stand it.” Merrick lowered his voice, pressing the dagger into her hands. “I can’t stand everyone knowing you’re mine”—his eyes dipped to the scars across her body—“if they don’t know that I am also yours.”
