Numb, Raife turned away, flinching when the door clicked softly shut as Tag left with what was left of his life. It sounded like a gunshot in the darkness of his apartment. Raife picked up his scotch from the counter again, carrying it to the window where he could see the street below the Incog building. Maybe it was masochistic, but he had to watch her tucked safely into her uncle’s limo. A hard wind came in off the Bay and buffeted against the glass as he threw back the contents of his glass. The burn of the scotch in his chest couldn’t come close to matching that of his mating marks.
Mating marks.
The glass fell from his shaking fingers and he pressed his hand against the four long scratches. They throbbed beneath his palm, the agony of what he’d lost blooming like a dark stain inside him as he watched the red tail lights of the limo disappear into the night.
When he could no longer see them, Raife threw back his head and roared in pain.
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