Chapter 96 Ninety Six

• ARIEL’S POV
• My entire body ached in the best way, but when I glanced in the mirror, I froze. My neck, my shoulders, the space between my breasts—bite marks, red and fresh, trailed down my body like a map he’d drawn with heat and want. I turned slightly and caught the ones lower on my hip. A mark just above my thigh burned the memory of him saying mine over and over as if the gods themselves needed reminding.
• I touched one with my fingers, tracing the outline gently, and then sighed.