Frisca’s POV
I rubbed off the fog on the mirror and scrutinized my own reflection, I neither looked pale nor tired the only difference was that, I now had his bite mark on my neck. I clipped my hair and leaned closer towards the mirror to examine it. Running my fingers over the mark, I recollected every second of what had taken place last night. The bite was deep and still fresh, the spot pained every time I touched it as if a needle was puncturing me from within.
Rummaging through the first aid kit, I found a skin colour band aid and hid the bite mark. I Looked at my reflection again, unclipping my hair I brought it to rest on my shoulders. “I’m glad I found a way to make myself useful to you…before I die,” I sighed and walked out of the bathroom.
Dakot was in the kitchen preparing b
