Isobel POV I skim my hand over my neck, rubbing the plastered area. Some hours ago, I had cried in agony after the bite from Javier in the classroom.A bite? Well, it does not seem like a neck kiss, nor is it a bite. I mean, the scar does not look deep enough to be dangerous, nor does it look cool enough to be a kiss that will leave a hickey."It still hurts," I moan in pain, facing Katrina who just drops a pan of sauce on the table.I work in my Aunt's cafe, and that makes me just an average human being and a student.All my seventeen years of living, I've always been careful enough not to draw attention to myself.Of course, living alone with your poor maternal Aunt who manages a small cafe cannot be considered a luxury, and you'd never want to cause trouble when you're on scholarship.I'd do anything to stay clear of trouble, especially those that include getting involved with Javier and his friends.I had been quite unfortunate this morning, perhaps, because
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