James’s jaw set, then he turned away, clutching his own wrist. Simon had tried to brand James, over and over. James’s healing abilities had erased the brand each time. Will stepped in and gripped James hard by the shoulder, forcing James to meet his eyes as that possessiveness reared up inside him. “It didn’t take,” said Will. “He wanted it to,” said James. There was no answer to that except the one he couldn’t say. He doesn’t have you.
