Gentle. Tiny. Delicate. Everything I'm not. Everything I want. Everything I'm going to claim in hot, sweaty explicit detail. She's ours. Mine and Mason's. She might not wear our marks, but she will... and soon. No one takes what's ours. It's suicidal. But she's gone, snatched off the street and now the monsters inside won't rest until she's safely back with us. Whatever the cost. We can't lose her. She's our light, our...