Chapter 11: The Mark He Shouldn’t Have Seen
The air felt wrong.
Not just tense—wrong.
Like the room itself knew something she didn’t.
I stood frozen in the middle of the bedroom, my breath shallow, my fingers still trembling from the last words he had said.
“You belong to me now.”
The sentence replayed in my head like a curse.
Slow. Heavy. Possessive.
And dangerous.
My eyes flicked toward the door.
Closed.
But not locked.
I hadn’t locked it.
I should have locked it.
A strange chill ran down my spine.
I wasn’t alone.
I could feel it.
Not physically—not yet—but instinctively. Like prey sensing a predator before it sees it.
“Calm down,” I whispered to myself, pressing my palm against my chest. “You’re just overthinking.”
But I wasn’t.
Something had changed.
Ever since tha
