#Chapter 91: Bitten

Kayla I woke the next morning to a stinging sensation on my neck, right over the mating mark. When I lifted my sleepy fingers to brush them across it, the mark stung, throbbing beneath my touch. I winced and groaned, dropping my hand back to the blanket. There was no need for me to look at my reflection to know why it was hurting. I remembered the sensation of Nicholas’s fangs dipping into my flesh for a second time all too well; it was as if he had marked me all over again, as if the first time wasn’t enough. And right before a party, too. “Bastard,” I huffed as I threw the covers off of myself and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I made my way to the bathroom and turned on the shower, then took a deep breath and faced the mirror while I waited for the water to heat up. Sure enough, the mating mark was red and angry with two fresh puncture marks, evidence of Nicholas’s loss of control last night. But as I stared at the mark, tracing my trembl