““What did I have to go back to, you know? I had nothing left to claim as my own.” “Now you have something to come back to? Something to claim?” “Yeah,” she murmured. “This life. You. You’re mine.” His grin made her heart soar. “Just promise you won’t pee on me like you do to everything else you consider yours.” She probably turned a dozen shades of red, but she played it cool. “There are other ways to mark my territory,” she whispered.””
