Grey went straight to his room the moment he got back to the packhouse. And once inside, he headed directly for the bathroom, needing the cold comfort of water.
He stood under the freezing shower, letting the ice-cold water hit his skin. Every droplet felt like it was shocking him back to reality, but it did nothing to calm the racing of his mind.
These thoughts seemed like they were never going to leave him alone. It felt like he would always have something to worry about.
Lord Jethro had marked him again.
Grey nearly slapped himself at the memory. How had he let it happen again? But even as his mind berated him, he couldn't deny how the claiming had felt, it had felt too good to stop it. Because once again, lord Jethro had wanted him so much that he marked him the second time.
He had felt it coming, but he had let it happen knowingly. It made him feel every pulse of desire, every whispered intention of Jethro wanting and needing him.
