Rebecca’s POV
I felt like I was losing the fight. The mark on my shoulder no longer felt like just a burn beneath my skin. It felt alive. Like something buried deep inside me came out and had finally woken up and was pulling me somewhere I wasn’t supposed to resist.
Toward him.
Each time I took a step down the hall, I found it harder, as there was always a part of me longing to just turn back around and jump into Jeremy’s waiting reception.
It sickened me.
It made me hate that it seemed so natural.
Tyler still held on to me tightly as we went down the halls in the mansion. It was as if he thought that if he ever let go, I would be taken from him by the mark.
Ezekiel led the way, looking around sharply at each street corner. He appeared calm but was nervous inside.
Tyler followed
