[Violet]
My eyes watered up immediately after the car door slammed shut. I adjusted the rear-view mirror to catch a glimpse of Lucien just standing on the sidewalk with both hands buried in his pockets.
Thankfully, he didn't give chase.
Still, how could he? How could he do that to me?
I sniffled, wiping my eyes with the back of my left hand. My shoulder ached with every inhale and the wound wasn't healing as it should have.
I knew that a mark from one's mate healed much slower, but I also knew that it was meant to be done with care and love. Instead, Lucien had done his thing like he was munching on some piece of meat. It felt like his teeth were still buried in my shoulder.
Teardrops slipped from my eyelids.
I wanted to scream. Not just from the pain of the bite or the humiliati
