“Don’t call me that.”
“So what?” I challenged him. “Do your worst. I’m done with you. Go to hell for all I care. I don’t want any part of this. Find whoever this Seraphina is. Leave me alone.” I turned to leave and saw Clyde standing behind me.
He was stunning. I couldn’t say a word and froze.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my neck. I gasped, my eyes burning. I coughed hard, trying to call for help, but then I fainted, and Clyde collapsed beside me. When I opened my eyes, he was lying next to me. I sat up and reached to touch his hair, but he grabbed my hand.
“You should know I hate when people touch my hair.”
I stopped.
“I guess I can still mark you,” he said.
“What do you mean?” I whispered, confused.
He got up, put on his long dark blue jacket, and motioned for me to follow
