The morning light streaming through the classroom windows feels harsh and unforgiving as Ella tries to focus on Mrs. Patterson's chemistry lecture. Every word about molecular bonds and electron transfers blurs together into meaningless noise while her mind churns with the impossible revelations from last night. The memory of Dorian's fingers tracing her neck burns like a brand, and she can still feel the electric aftermath of his touch coursing through her veins.
*You belong to us. Body, soul, and everything in between.*
The words echo in her head on an endless loop, making it impossible to concentrate on anything resembling normalcy. How can she sit here pretending to care about chemical equations when two supernatural beings just claimed her as their destined mate? How can she focus on
