She reminded me too much of my younger self — restless, impatient, desperate to know what beast waited inside her veins, eager to fight, to prove, to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her brother.
I smirked, shaking my head. “Leave her to me. I’ll doll her up and she’ll forget all about her whining.”
Stan grinned. “Until tomorrow.”
I rolled my eyes, about to fire back, when he stepped closer. His fingers curled under my chin, tilting my face up, and then he leaned in, slow, deliberate, claiming.
The kiss was everything he always was — possessive, protective, tender and wild all at once. He kissed me like he needed to stake his claim every single day, like the bond might disappear if he didn’t remind the world that I was his.
And I loved him for it. Gods, I loved him so much it scared me
