Mark’s POV

Sage thought I was leaving her behind. She thought I was walking out that door and never coming back. I could see it in her eyes, the way she clutched my shirt like she could hold me here if she just held on tight enough.

She was wrong.

I wasn’t leaving her. Never

I was protecting her. I lifted a hand, brushing my knuckles along her jaw. She was so small, I mean beside me—so fucking fragile, and Cholo thought he could take her from me?

Over my dead body.

“Mark,” she said ...