He was still there.
The alarm hadn’t even stirred him.
I rushed to gather my work clothes, placed it on my chair and headed into the bathroom. When I came back, he was still asleep, breathing slow and steady. I really should wake him up now.
Instead, I moved to the mirror. I reached into the drawer for my makeup kit—and then I froze.
My eyes widened.
I should have checked this yesterday.
It wasn’t a deep bite mark like I’d assumed. Something else sat on my neck—faint, unfamiliar, and impossible to understand. I stared at it, my mind scrambling to make sense of what I was seeing.
I heard him shift on the bed, but I didn’t turn. I couldn’t. My eyes stayed locked on my reflection.
“What did you do?” I snapped, spinning around to face him.
Everything that followed happened too fast—my
