Chapter 24. It Doesn't Have Teeth

I knew my brother and had absolutely no doubt he would get his way when it came to Charlotte, despite what anyone thought or ordered. He, like me, had his eyes set on making her his, and given the vibes he was giving off, there were no lengths he would not go to make that happen.

"Lose the T-shirt! I want to see all of you," I requested as I slipped my arms out of my shirt and threw it aside.

Knox leaned forward and helped her up. Frowning, I pulled her wrist back to look at it, to see the faint mark of a bruise loitering on her skin.

"Where did this come from?" I asked, running my finger over her marked skin. Refusing to answer, she pursed her lips stubbornly.

"Mike!" Knox stated, his tone tight and tense.

"Let's not talk of him." Charlotte whispered, "Not now!" Looking between us, she pulled the hem of the shirt she wore up over her head like me, she discarded it onto the bed. My eyes trailed over the porcelain skin of back up