Nora's POV
I chose a few books from the library, my mind racing, and carried them back to the residence.
It was strange. I usually carried books this heavy, but now, just a few felt like they were pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe.
I had just responded to Damian without hesitation or mercy.
"That bite must have felt good," Will's voice chimed in, carrying a mischievous laugh.
"It did," I agreed, smiling a little, which eased some of the gloom that came with thinking about Marcia, the girl Damian mentioned.
"But Damian's blood tasted terrible."
"But the shock on his face was priceless. I don't think I'll ever forget it."
After that, the image of a grown man like Damian being pounced on and bitten by me after spewing a bunch of annoying nonsense must have played in both
