#Chapter 97: A Mark On The Heart

Ollie’s POV Wes’s heated glance starts to take on some confusion. “Angel, you are literally standing in my bedroom doorway totally naked.” Where I was careful with my words with Hugh and Declan, I found myself being more honest and straightforward with Wes. He was the most gentle, after all. If anyone could handle this with some grace, it’s Wes. “Conrad totally destroyed my clothes, but then he gave me one of his t-shirts to wear,” I say, the words coming out in a long ramble. “But then I ran into Hugh, who had to mark me, and then when I was looking for my room, I walked in on Declan…” “Oh,” Wes says, already seeming to understand without me even having to finish my story. “Yeah,” I say. “He made me take the shirt off and leave it, and forced me into the hallway naked. I’m still looking for my room, and I just tried this one, hoping it was mine…” “I see,” Wes says. As I speak, his eyes dart up to the ceiling. “In that case, please give me a moment.” With that, he steps a