CHAPTER 6
I walked into the office with shaky legs.
“Morning,” someone called from the desk cluster.
“Hey,” I muttered back, hugging my laptop like a shield.
But inside?
My chest was buzzing. My skin is hypersensitive. My whole body was begging for something I couldn't name out loud. For him.
Lucien.
I tried working.
I really did.
But I kept catching my reflection in the black of my monitor. And in that glassy darkness, I swore I saw him.
“God,” I whispered, rubbing my thighs together. “What the hell is happening to me…”
My hand brushed my neck. The mark was still warm.
I opened a new tab. Typed slowly:
“What happens when an incubus marks you?”
The results? Terrifying.
“Spiritual bindings.”
“Erotic obsession.”
“Slow soul corruption.”
“Addiction.”
“Love.”
I slammed the l
