Chapter 82 His Involvement

• [Tabitha’s POV]
• I watch Atticus’ retreating form as he lets the pretty bartender that had been speaking with us earlier lead him into a back room. Despite knowing that it was none of my business what was going on between the two, I couldn’t ignore the sudden thrum of possessiveness I feel while the urge to follow hits me.
• Beside me, Vance is quiet, but I can feel his gaze burning into me, and I don’t dare look back to see what expression he is wearing. Our current situation was strange, but I couldn’t deny that there were some sort of feeling there. However, this could simply be because of the fact we were connected by his mark that still sat on my wrist.