MALAKAI
The echoes of the slammed door still vibrated, but the real chaos was happening inside my head. I stood frozen in the room, anchored to the spot where she had stood only moments ago.
Slowly, as if my arm belonged to someone else, my right hand rose until my fingers brushed against my bottom lip. It was swollen, throbbing, and wet with my own blood where her teeth had viciously bitten the flesh. My other hand moved to my cheek, the skin still hot from the force of her palm.
My eyes remained locked on the door. I couldn't process it. My thoughts were in complete disarray. The kiss kept replaying in my head—not as a memory, but as a violent, sensory assault.
The desperate friction of her lips, and the undeniable, terrifying truth that sent a jolt of lightning straight down my spi
