-Lara-
“Sh*t…” That was all I could say after somehow finding my way back to the house—not the cottage. I managed to sneak into my room unseen, and I was thankful for that. I had no idea how to explain this, and I wasn’t ready to.
I walked into the bathroom, turned on the light, and approached the mirror. I took off my jacket, feeling a sharp sting in my shoulder, then pulled my hair back to get a better look. While it was healing, it was red, and a little blood still trickled from the wound.
But there was no denying it—he had marked me. There was no way around it. But strangely, I wasn’t angry. Not at him, at least. I had gone to that cottage knowing what would happen. I might have told myself I would say no, but when he told me to run, I ran. I wanted him to catch me. I wanted to be
