Phoebe
I woke up to a warmth that wasn’t entirely my own. My body felt different—lighter, yet more aware. There was an unfamiliar energy flowing through me, making every breath feel like a revelation. And then, I remembered.
Adonis had marked me.
Instinctively, my fingers brushed over the fresh mark on my neck, the faint warmth still pulsing where his fangs had pierced my skin. It didn’t hurt. Instead, there was something oddly soothing about it—an intoxicating sensation, like I had finally found my place.
Beside me, Adonis stirred, his arm still wrapped protectively around my waist. When our eyes met, an understanding flickered across his face.
“How do you feel?”
His voice pulled me out of my thoughts. He looked at me with those clear green eyes—like polished emeralds. Without his g
