Kayla
I woke the next morning to a stinging sensation on my neck, right over the mating mark. When I lifted my sleepy fingers to brush them across it, the mark stung, throbbing beneath my touch. I winced and groaned, dropping my hand back to the blanket.
There was no need for me to look at my reflection to know why it was hurting. I remembered the sensation of Nicholas’s fangs dipping into my flesh for a second time all too well; it was as if he had marked me all over again, as if the first time wasn’t enough.
And right before a party, too.
“Bastard,” I huffed as I threw the covers off of myself and swung my legs over the edge of the bed.
I made my way to the bathroom and turned on the shower, then took a deep breath and faced the mirror while I waited for the water to
