Alex’s POV
its been a day already since i got the mark in my right hand and I'm not doing well. not that i hate life or anything but i feel tired and suicidal. the reason, well because i haven't seen Blaise for a whole day. the last time i saw him was yesterday afternoon when he started to act weird.
not that i don't want to see him or haven't tried because i have, but every time i get close to the door my dad pops up out of nowhere sending me to do odd jobs.
i had thought all about the marking with Blaise last night and i came to the conclusion that hes my mate and he'll eventually mark me anyway, so why bother running away from it. right?
i walk towards the fridge and grab a water bottle and begin to drink from it.
it seems that the more i think about Blaise the more
