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tight fists. "Do you realize that even though you only put a small amount of whatever you want to call it into me, I'm still going to transform into one of you?"
    "One of us?" Marcus asked, balking at her use of diction.
    "Yes, one of you," she snapped, standing up so she was on more equal footing with him, though he was still a good head taller than she was. "Look." Her voice quieted into its normal tone, but her anger was still there. "I'm not prejudiced against you guys. Don't get me wrong, but you can't just bite me and expect me to be ecstatic over something like this."
    Marcus looked at her for a long moment, and though his face was still contorted into a hard look, his eyes softened. He understood and maybe agreed with what she was saying. He couldn't even imagine what she was going through –
    "And don't think you can toss me over your shoulder and take me back to your mansion in the woods," Bridgette continued, her eyes looking down at the papers on the surface of her desk. "Just because you've marked me doesn't mean I'm yours or anything like that."
    Though Marcus had no interest in claiming her as his own, he felt himself get defensive. There was still that attraction he felt for her, and the fact that she just outright refused him left him feeling unsettled. His eyes narrowed on her neck, but for the life of him, he couldn't find the mark. His mark.
    "Where is it?" he asked suddenly, reaching out and placing his large hands on the corners of his desk, leaning towards her with a demanding look in those eyes. "Where is the mark?"
    "I covered it up," Bridgette replied, sticking her nose up, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You couldn't possibly expect me to walk around with that bull’s-eye on my neck that screams I'm practically a werewolf."
    "You covered up the mark?" Marcus asked , and his mouth went slack for a moment.  She had thrown him off, and she had a feeling Marcus Sterling was not one to be thrown off all that often.
    He opened his mouth as though he were ready to yell at her when he clamped it shut and growled. Finally, in a low voice, he said, "You can say and do whatever you want, but that doesn't take away from the fact that you are mine. You won't notice it yet, but you will. With my venom in you, not only will you change into one of us , but no other man will ever satisfy you. You'll be craving something only I can provide."
    "I thought you didn't want me," Bridgette said through gritted teeth, hoping her face wasn't as red as it was warm.
    "I don't," Marcus snapped. "But that doesn't mean you're not mine."
    Bridgette was about to respond when Clive snapped the door open. Both Bridgette and Marcus glared at him, and though Clive could be quite brave when he wanted to, he certainly felt intimidated by their stares.
    "Should I escort him out, Bridge?" Clive asked, and Marcus's sensitive hearing immediately picked up the tone of familiarity between the two.
    “Why can’t we arrest him?” Bridgette asked, throwing her icy stare onto Clive.  “He was a target, yes?”
    “ For interrogation purposes,” Clive said with a curt nod of his head.  He purposefully avoided any sort of eye contact with Marcus.  “But we don’t have hard evidence to actually arrest him.  That’s why we wanted…”  He let his voice trail off and pushed up his brow, indicating she should know what he was talking about.
    And she did.  They wanted the two wolves beneath Marcus to rat their Alpha out.  Marcus was only a target for questioning, and somehow, it was worth the risk of their lives.  Two agents lost their lives.
    "I'll go," Marcus said, refraining from adding anything biting to his tone. His eyes went back to Bridgette and she thought they were warning her about something on some level. "But don't forget what I said."
    And without another word, Marcus pushed past Clive , making sure to knock shoulders with the leaner man, and walked out the