Chapter 27

Indianna thought back to what Brooke said, and Greyson rolled his eyes, reading Indianna’s mind.

“I don’t belong to someone, Greyson.”

“But you do,” he shrugged. “I’m your mate, and you are mine. Brooklyn still struggles to accept what mates are, even after a year.”

“She doesn’t want to be owned. Neither do I.”

“You’re not a fucking pet, sugar,” Greyson said. “She is Harry’s mate, and you are mine. Simple as that.”

“Whatever,” Indianna muttered and closed her locker, slamming it with more force than intended.

“Jeez,” Greyson muttered. “What did the locker do to you?”

“I didn’t mean to slam it,” she shrugged and looked at her timetable to see what lesson she had next.

“We have History,” Greyson said.

“Let’s go then.”

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Indianna stared blankly at the teacher and yawned. S