VERGIL:
The taste of her blood still lingers on my tongue as I drive away from the house. My chest heaves, and my hands tremble at the uncertainty of what I have done. Marking a mate is no child’s play, and I know this can make or mar me.
As the thoughts of what I did threatens to suffocate me, I still feel a certain weight pressing down on my chest, angering me further. I yank my phone from my pocket and press down on a contact.
“Let’s talk. Now,” I say as soon as the call connects, and I end it before they answer.
I toss the phone onto the passenger seat, stepping on the gas as I speed down the highway. The night is colder than usual, or maybe it is just me fighting with the chill of what I’ve just done.
Soon, I am in front of one of my favorite bars. I pull into the dim lot of Bar
