Chapter 94

Sloane

Malachi did not tell me his name.

For three days.

I asked twice.

The first time, he walked away.

The second, he told me to stop.

So naturally, I asked a third time.

We were eating dinner.

If one could call sitting across from your kidnapper, mate, and personal source of irritation dinner.

“What is your last name?”

Malachi kept cutting the meat on his plate.

“No.”

“You know, most people answer that question very early in a relationship.”

“We are not in a relationship.”

I stared at the mark on my wrist.

“Interesting position.”

His knife stopped.

Good.

“You know what I mean.”

“No, actually. I don’t.”

“Sloane.”

“What are we?”

He looked at me.

There was always a point when Malachi’s face went completely still.

The dangerous face.

It used to make me back down.

Not anymore.

“You marked me.”

“Yes.”

“You ca