Chapter Seventy-One

I stumble into my bedroom, collapsing against the door and gasping for air.

Had that really just happened?

I hold my hand against my still slightly bleeding neck, swallowing thickly and shaking my head in pointless denial.

Sebastian had just marked me, so I now bore two marks, which was not what I would call a good look.

I rush over to my mirror, grimacing at the state of my neck. He had really tore into me, I’m assuming to make sure it was more prominent than Killian’s on the opposite side of my neck.

Tears fill my eyes as I grab a tissue and try and wipe the remaining blood off of me.

I hear a knock at my door and I curse under my breath. “What?!” I call, an edge of irritation in my voice.

I turn around with a glare as my door opens. I’m surprised when it’s Camilla who enters my room. I softened my face a little, because at least it wasn’t who I had thought it was, Sebastian. I was ready to strangle him right now, so he’s lucky it wasn’t him knocking on my door.

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