"They assume that if you were touched by another I would renounce my claim on you, which is erroneous from three points of view," he says matter-of-factly as he raises three fingers. "One, you're mine. No buts, no conditions or prerequisites. You're simply mine." His words make me warm and fuzzy so I nod along. "Two, no man would ever get close enough to you to do so." I roll my eyes at that, since I haven't forgotten his little stunt with Viscount Berkley. Did he really have to scar the man for dancing with me? "And three," he smirks arrogantly. "You would never let another man touch you."
