Page 21 of Marked By The Filthy-Mouthed Grizzly
He looks me up and down with those sunken eyes, and I feel his creepy gaze everywhere—like a snake sliding over my skin.
“Keep the fucking watch,” I say as I turn around and storm back down the steps.
“Watch isn’t here anyway,” he calls after me. “Mace probably got buried in it.”
Good. Let it rot with him.
I don’t stop until I’m back in my car, slamming the door shut and locking it with a shaking hand. My pulse is hammering, my fingers trembling as I grip the steering wheel and try to breathe.
Screw the watch.
Screw this place.
Screw all of them.
I have the tattoo. That’s enough.
That tattoo was done with care. With meaning. With connection.
A silver watch that’s probably been coated in innocent blood on several occasions isn’t going to mean shit.
The tattoo is all I need. At least that meant something.
I think about Magnus’ strong hands on my skin. His soft encouraging voice. His fierce protective eyes.
His kiss.
God… that kiss.
I can’t stop thinking about it. How right it felt. How it felt like… home.
I already miss him so much.
My body is aching to see him.
You don’t need him. He killed your brother for fuck’s sake. He can say it’s fate all he wants, but I’m saying it’s done.
I throw the car into drive and get the hell out of this nasty place.
I grab my stuff from my aunt’s house and write a nice thank you note to her. I wish I could say goodbye in person, but she’s at work for the next few hours, and I can’t wait any longer.
I’ll call her from the road once she’s done her shift at the hospital.
I’m done with this town. For good.
I march out the front door with my bags and recoil in shock when I see Victoria leaning against my car, her tattooed arms crossed over her chest.
“I was hoping I’d find you here,” she says.
I hesitate for a moment and then march over to my trunk, shoving the bags inside.
“Yeah, well I’m leaving.”
“My brother is going to be devastated to hear that,” she says with a frown.
“I don’t care.”
I slam the trunk closed and head to the driver’s door without looking at her.
