Brooklyn
Two freaking days.
That's how long Carter has had me locked in this room with him. He said it was to make up for the time we lost when he first marked me, but I got the feeling it was more than that. Like he was trying to distract me or something.
That’s why I vowed to be strong today. After waking up this morning, and taking our shower, all I could do was think about that journal.
What type of things were in it? Would it give the answer to why Lena is the way she is?
How was this not consuming Carter’s mind just like it was mine?
Looking up, I stared in the reflection of the mirror, watching Carter’s eyes drift down before settling onto my ass. I knew that look…and there was no way I was going to let him start this again.
At least I finally managed to put some clothes
