The Girl He Marked

Chapter 22

Book 1 Chapter 22

I look over to make sure Jayce is okay and frown when I watch him roll down his sleeves to cover his

arms, or rather, his tattoos.

‘What are you doing?‘ I ask, horrified that he‘s trying to cover his beautiful ink.

‘I don‘t want your brother thinking I‘m some...thug, he replies, and I almost laugh at him saying ‘thug‘.

‘My brother won’t think that silly, roll those backup, I tell him, but lean forwards to roll them myself, lov

ing the feel of his warm skin.

‘I love them,‘ I say quietly, when he doesn‘t answer, I look up to meet him gazing lovingly down at me.

He leans down and kisses me until I think I might drop my things.

He finally pulls away, ‘Let‘s go inside, I mumble and turn towards the door.

‘My brother works nights, so he would have just woken up and he‘ll probably be having breakfast, lex

plain as I unlock the door and let us in.

‘Nate?’ I call, hearing an answering grunt in the kitchen,

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I walk in and Nate drops his spoon into his bowl at the sight of Jayce, sending milk splashing across

the counter.

‘Nate, this is my...mate, Jayce,‘ I introduce them, it feels strange introducing him as my mate, so for

eign, but I love it.

‘It‘s nice to meet you, Jayce offers out his hand, tattoos on show. Nate looks down at his hand and then

up at him, when his eyes land on me I give him a look that says behave.

‘Nice to meet you,‘ Nate grunts, with a deep voice that is not his níormal tone. I raise an eyebrow in

question, what the fuck?

Why is he putting on this gruff voice?

‘So...night shifts huh?‘ Jayce comments, ‘That must be....dark,‘ he says, and I look at him in confusion.

What the hell is he chatting about?

Why are the two of them being so awkward?

‘I‘m going to start dinner, I push between the two of them and start getting things out of the fridge,

leaving the weirdos to sort themselves out.

When I eavesdrop on their conversation a few minutes later, I realize they‘ve moved onto sports and

are chatting animatedly, thank God.

Jayce offers to help but I decline, how the hell I ended up with such a good–looking guy, who is also

sweet with manners, I‘ll never know,

. By the time I‘ve served up dinner for the two of us, Nate has disappeared into his room to get ready

for work.

“You two seemed to be getting on okay?‘ I ask as we eat. Jayce nods and stuffs his mouth with food,

ever the charmer.

“Yeah, I think he warmed up to me eventually‘ he replies, grinning and showing me a mouth full of broc

coli.

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‘Wow, I mutter, shaking my head at him, but loving it really.

We spend the evening together, I want him to stay, but I know that it might lead to more and I don‘t

want him to mark me yet. After waiting for so long, praying to be anything but human, I‘m now scared

not to be.

With Jayce not in my bed that evening, I wake sweaty and hot in the morning, you know, the usual.

When I arrive at work, Jayce is stood outside surrounded by five soldiers, a mix of males and females

in full body armor like Marines or something.

I got this for you, Jayce holds out a bullet–proof vest for me as I walk over to him..

‘Aw baby, you shouldn‘t have,‘ I tease, taking it off him and reaching up on my tiptoes to kiss him.

Once we‘re all geared up, we drive off to the site. Jayce and I wait in the car as four members of patrol

enter the building first and declare it empty.

We work quickly, checking all leftover computers and files, wiping any trace of Alpha Damien or his

dad.

It all seems to be going smoothly until gunshots sound out and Jayce rugby tackles me to the floor and

shoves me under a desk.

Romantic

‘Wait here,‘ he hisses and then disappears, and I get a sickening feeling that we‘ve done this all

before.

More gunshots ring out, followed by grunts and bangs. I jump as the door swings open, and a rogue en

ters, his face hard and bitter.

Ituck further under the desk and put a hand over my mouth to try and mask my frantic breathing.

| scream loudly as a gunshot breaks through the silence and a bullet hits his forehead, he drops life

less to the ground:

Are you okay?‘ Jayce leans down and asks as he pulls me out from under the desk and into his arms.

I wrap my arms tightly around him, burying my face into his neck, I can only nod in response.

Come on, let‘s go, he takes my hand and leads me into the corridor and down the stairwell.

I don‘t understand how he can remain so calm in these situations whilst I‘m shaking violently from the

adrenaline.

We step outside and I see the patrol guards and loading up the car with their armory and weapons.

I get into the car with Jayce, holding his hand tightly.

‘That was the last assignment, promise?‘ He orders and I happily agree with him, I‘m done with being

shot at. I just want to get home and get into bed, preferably with Jayce.