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.