"Oh..." she mumbled as she wrapped her arms around me. "Does this mean we're done fighting?"
"Isn't that up to you, baby?" I asked as I moved my lips down her neck and across her collarbone, seeing Dragon's name tatted over her heart. f***k, I love seeing our names on her.
"Well, that kinda depends," she said, smiling slyly at me. "Are you done being an a.sshole?"
"How have I been an a.sshole?" I asked, pulling back enough to look at her.
"You just are," she replied, making me roll my eyes. "But you can't blame me."
"I know," I said softly. "I know that Evander looks bad, but I did what I had to, Blythe. I knew you would be upset though, and I'm sorry."
"That's why you did it alone, wasn't it?" She asked, wrapping her little body around me.
"I didn't need you any angrier with the o
