A week had passed since Liam's party, but I couldn't erase the memory of Rhys's kiss. Every night, I'd cried myself to sleep for reasons I couldn't fully comprehend. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, agitated and confused.
During lunch period on Tuesday, Seraphina narrowed her eyes at me across the cafeteria table. "Elara Vance, what is that on your neck?"
My hand flew to cover the spot where Rhys had marked me. I'd been hiding it with concealer, but the school day had worn it thin.
"Nothing," I mumbled.
Seraphina grabbed my hand and pulled it away. Her gasp was so loud several nearby students turned to look. "That's a hickey! Who gave you a hickey?"
I dragged her to the bathroom, checking under the stalls to ensure we were alone before confessing everything about my encounter with Rhys in the dark hallway.
"That absolute bastard!" Seraphina exploded, her face flushing with anger. "He kissed you thinking you were someone else, then went and hooked up with Lyra right after?"
