I’d had enough of the games.
Jerking the door open, I scanned both sides of the corridor. Empty. Completely, frustratingly empty. That only fueled my irritation.
“If you're going to warn me, at least have the guts to show your damn face!” I shouted into the silence, knowing I wouldn’t get a response.
Whoever was behind the notes was clearly trying to mess with my head. The first message claimed I wasn’t safe inside the residence thanks for the heads-up. As if recent events hadn’t proven I wasn’t safe outside either. And now this one was about the mark.
From what I understood, the mark would bind me to Gosto. No other vampire could bite me unless they were stronger than him. I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out how that was supposed to be a bad thing. It didn’t make sense.
And sp
