|Carmella|
The first thing I noticed as I opened my eyes was the dull, relentless ache in my body. Every muscle was sore, protesting with every small movement I made beneath the sheets. A sharp, throbbing pain pulsed from the back of my neck, and I winced, instinctively reaching up to touch the spot. My fingers brushed over the raised skin, and the events of last night hit me like a freight train.
Theodore had marked me.
Shit.
I shot upright, the sheets gathering around my waist as I stared down at myself in horror. How had I allowed this to happen? The room suddenly felt too small, the air too thick, like it was closing in on me. Theodore’s scent clung to me, an intimate reminder of the night before, mingling with my own, and the mark on my neck—his claim, an unbreakable bond—burned w
