Chapter 0729

"Yeah," Luca snarls, coughing and glaring up at Jacks, his words wheezing out under the pressure of Jackson's weight pressed tight against his chest. "I marked her - but she's your fucking mate, you asshole. Yours! She fucking picked you, Jacks! So go and get your fucking girl and leave me the hell out of it!"

Jackson stills, staring at him, uncomprehending.

Luca laughs, letting his head loll to the side, giving up the fight as blood trickles out of his mouth and his nose. "She fucking picked you, Jacks," he says, going limp beneath Jackson's knee - finally, finally giving into it. "I marked her, and she still fucking picked you." "What are you talking about?" Jackson whispers, still baffled.

He lifts his knee, slightly, easing up. But it's not mercy that makes him do it - just sheer confusion.

"When I gave her my mark," Luca snaps, still not looking up. "She shoved me away. Told me she didn't want it." He turns his head to glare at Jackson, hate and desperate, jealous rage in every inch of his expression. "She wants you. Though I couldn't tell you why. She's always had shit taste -"

Jackson punches him, hard, across the other cheek.

Luca groans, coughing, his head snapping to the side, his eyes pressing shut with agony.

Jackson instantly feels guilty, further letting up the pressure on Luca's chest and shifting to kneel at his side, still staring down at him.

"Will you just...go?" Luca murmurs, his cheek pressed to the grass and the dirt, his eyes closed. "You fucking won, all right? She wants you."

to cry, tears slipping from his

"She...she only wants you."

the man he came here to kill. The man who

so you should

the shirt, hauling him up so that their faces are inches apart. "You did what to Ariel?" "I rejected her!" Luca shouts, agonized and angry and horrified and viciously pleased to have hurt her in return. "You can have her! I don't even want

feet and giving Luca

fucking fool,"

at your feet, and you're fucking stupid enough to reject it, calling her a bitch and lying toyourself, telling

just curls

into a run. And then

he'd have known, he'd never have

him not there

He, too, was

but Jackson pushes himself faster,

roof, where it usually does, but on the grass immediately outside the Castle's front door. There's no

air around her so that she can hear and doesn't get blown away. "Ella!" she snarls, turning

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