I barely slept after that last message. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the words on the screen demanding I show up alone at the old library basement. By the time morning light crept through the curtains, my body felt heavy and my mind wouldn’t stop spinning.
Elias woke up first. He rolled over and pulled me against him, his hand sliding under the shirt I still wore to cup my breast.
“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “How do you feel?”
“Sore,” I admitted. “Everywhere.”
He kissed my neck, then moved lower, lips brushing over the marks Marcus left on my ass. “I don’t like seeing these on you. Makes me want to put my own marks instead.”
I shivered as his fingers traced between my legs.
“Elias… we have classes today. People will notice if you are missing.”
“Let them not
