66. LUCAS

Angel’s body was relaxed against mine, but I could hear the erratic beat of her heart. For some reason, she was nervous to be alone with me and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. The water was starting to cool but it didn’t look like Angel was cold yet. Taking the cloth, I dripped water onto her chest, watching as the water droplets rolled down her chest. Nate’s mark was almost completely healed. My eyes traced her skin until I reached Mason’s mark. Satisfaction filled me. By tomorrow she would be carrying all three of our marks. And hopefully my ring. My stomach twisted with nerves. What if I asked her and she said no? It wouldn’t actually matter because she was already mine. A ring was just to let everyone know that she belonged to us. One of these days when it was warm enough, I was going to make sure that Angel wore clothes that showed off our marks. Everyone would be able to see it. Angel shifted, snapping me back to the present. Sitting up, she reached for the soap and l