**Chapter 60**
SIENNA'S POV
I didn’t remember walking upstairs.
One second I was in the kitchen with the taste of his blood still in my mouth, the next I was inside my room with the door locked and my back against it. My palm still stung from the slap. My lips felt swollen. I could still feel the exact pressure of his mouth, the way he’d kept kissing me even after I bit him, the way my body had opened for him before my mind could stop it.
I hated how wet I was.
I shoved off the door and went straight to the bathroom, turned the shower on cold, and stood under it until my skin prickled and my teeth nearly chattered. It didn’t help. Every time I closed my eyes I saw that wicked little smile and the streak of blood on his chin. I saw the way he’d looked at me after the slap—like the fig
