~Serena~

I have a lot on my plate, and I thought I still had time. I thought I could delay this conversation, but here we are. Viggo sat across from me at the 24-hour coffee shop in the city. Spade sat two tables down from us, and it’s not for privacy, but to keep Viggo from tearing this place apart.

He had just sat down in the booth. His nostrils flare, and gold swirls in his eyes as he stares at Declan’s mark on my neck.

“You’re marked,” he said, molars grinding.

The server, dressed ...