“Oh no, b***h, you need to tell me everything,” Bëłłã said, linking her arm through mine and dragging me toward the plush white lounge chairs.
“You’re not getting out of this. You don’t just walk into a room with s*x hair, bite marks on your chest, and confession-level guilt dripping from your pores without giving me the full plot.”
“Bite marks?” I choked. “What bite marks?!”
She smirked. “Don’t act dumb. I saw it. When your dress shifted. Right under your collarbone. Either you got into a fight with a vampire or someone got real hungry while they were down there.”
I gasped so hard my soul nearly left my body.
I yanked the neckline of my dress up and hissed, “Mind your damn business.”
“Oh honey,” she whispered dramatically, clutching her heart like I just confessed to murder. “You g
