“I never even got your name in my back,” V said. “I thought it was stupid and a waste of time . . . but how can you feel like we’re mated without it—especially when every single male at the compound
has been marked for his shellan?”
God, she hadn’t thought of that.
V shook his head. “You’ve given me space . . . to hang with Butch and fight with my brothers and
do my shit on the Internet. What have I given you?”
“My clinic, for one thing. I couldn’t have built it without you.”
“Not exactly a bouquet of roses.”
“Don’t underestimate your carpentry skills.”