Savannah
I dragged myself out of bed and padded to the bathroom. My reflection stared back, blank and confused. My neck still carried his mark. The bond was sealed, irreversible.
All I felt was heat in my throat and questions buzzing in my head. I rinsed, tossed the brush back into the cup, and sat back on the edge of the bed.
The house was too quiet. Xavier had gone for his morning run. I pulled the blanket over my legs and picked up my phone.
“Look who finally remembered she has a friend,” Eve’s voice poured through the speaker, teasing and too loud for my mood.
“I think I made a mistake.”
Silence.
Then, “What kind of mistake?”
“I let Xavier mark me.”
“You what?” Her voice dropped. “Savannah, are you serious?”
“I thought it would solve something. I don’t know. Maybe make me fee
