[Anasatsia’s Point Of View]
I peered at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, the vivid red line on my neck was blood-curdling. It had only been a day, but it was already fierce as f**k; it seemed as though it had no intention of leaving any time soon as I stared at it in dread.
I sighed, took a moment to look away from the mirror, and when I stared back I was met with the fierce, noxious red eyes of Enzo staring back at me with his hand firmly around my neck.
I gasped and the image cleared but I felt like my breaths had been knocked out, inhaling and exhaling like I had galloped for an hour. I rested my head over my chest and aimed to steady my breathing.
When was this vision going to fade out? And how long was I going to withstand it?
His eyes were not blue; they were bl
