The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

Lexi's POV.

I'm confused when Rixon drives past the turning to his house and continues deeper into the forest, he says nothing but smirks at me, enjoying my curiosity. I don't know where we're heading, but as long as it's far away from my parents' territory, I don't care.

I frown as the road thins out into a dirt track; his car easily rolls over the bumpy road. The headlights and the moon are the only things penetrating the thick blackness that envelops the trees surrounding us.

Just as I get the feeling he might have brought me here to kill me, the road makes a sharp turn, and a clearing comes into view.

Situated in the middle of it is the most beautiful log cabin.

'Oh my God,' I whisper, jumping out before Rixon has even turned off the engine. The roof is lined with fairy lights, illuminating the front porch and carved designs on the front door.

He remembered.

I told him I love fairy lights. I turn to see Rixon is smiling at me, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

'You like it' He asks, grinning excitedly. Smiling like that, in a tux, with his tattoos peeking over the edges of his shirt, he is literally irresistible.

I leap into his arms; he catches me with ease and rolls his eyes.

'I love it,' I tell him, kissing his lips and then moving down his jaw, his neck...

'Stop,' he mutters huskily, his hands tightening on my thighs.

'You put up those fairy lights for me' I ask, jumping down from his arms so we can go inside.

'Of course, fell off the roof doing it though,' he lifts up his shirt and blazer to reveal a purple bruise on his ribs. I try not to laugh at his serious expression as he shows me his war wound.

'Aw, bless you,' I reply, but I can't keep my laughter in any longer. He scoffs at me and retrieves our bags from the boot.

'Come on, wait till you see inside,' I follow him up the steps, he unlocks the door and the woody—outdoors smell melts into something sweeter, like cinnamon.

'Fuck sake,' he curses as he hits the lights, and the cabin is illuminated.

My mouth hangs open as I take in the beautiful rugs covering the floorboards, the comfy sofas surrounding a stunning stone fireplace, the large oak dining table and country—style kitchen.

'Sorry, Callie's been burning her candles again,' Rixon mumbles, shaking his head in disgust for cinnamon.