Brinety's POV

The house was too quiet.

Chloe had left for campus hours ago. Rafael was gone for some Alpha meeting that would probably keep him out until evening. That left me alone with the television, a half-eaten bag of chips, and too much time to think about the girl with the bite marks and the careful smiles.

Iris.

I’d been turning her over in my head since the pool. The way she’d flinched when the water hit certain places. The purple bite on her shoulder she tried to pass off as a shelf. The finger-shaped bruises on her hips that matched a hard grip. The way her eyes kept...