Alisa
I sit in my closet in front of the mirror, my shirt lying next to me, while I stare at the mark on my neck.
It happened so fast that I barely had any time to process what was going on. I heard the words, but I didn’t accept them. Right up until the moment Derrick bit me, I assumed he was winding me up, taking the piss.
I don’t know why I kept thinking that he was lying. He’s a serious man. He doesn’t seem like the kind who makes jokes – especially not about something as important as his mate.
“Helloooo!” Brooke calls out. “Anybody home?”
“In here,” I say and scramble to my feet, grabbing my shirt as I get up.
I quickly pull it over my head, but not before Brooke sees the mark. Her mouth drops open, and her eyebrows shoot up.
“No way! You’ve only known each other for a week. W
