Natalia
I sat there, stunned, just staring at Damon.
“You want to mark me?” I let out a wry little laugh. “Why would you want to do that?”
I thought we’d had an understanding—our relationship was fake and would always be fake. We weren’t in love. At least, we weren’t supposed to be.
But Damon looked serious.
“If I were to mark you,” he said, gripping my hands a little tighter, “then Andrei would have fewer reasons to suspect us. We could even claim the twins are our own children.”
“But if he picked up their scent or saw them in person—”
“He won’t,” Damon assured me. “We’d keep them away from him. But we wouldn’t have to hide them altogether. He’ll eventually find out that we’ve got two kids running around here, and he’ll start asking questions. He might ask fewer questions if we cla
