Rhea POV
“One… two… three…” I stood in front of the bathroom mirror counting the new bruises Dorian had left on me from just last night.
A hickey here, a few bite marks there.
But weirdly today I wasn’t in too much pain compared to the other times we had s*x. Was my body finally getting used to it? I hoped so.
I sighed and reached for the toothbrush on the sink, squeezing toothpaste on it. Just as I lifted it to my mouth I froze, gasping at my reflection. Not the bruises this time. My hair.
The white at my roots had grown even more.
Have I been walking around like this? I thought, then remembered Dorian had not only seen my silver hair but actually pointed it out.
My grip on the brush tightened. It wasn’t a big deal, right? Mom was usually the only one paranoid about this stuff, and
