**Chapter 60**

SIENNA'S POV

I didn’t remember walking upstairs.

One second I was in the kitchen with the taste of his blood still in my mouth, the next I was inside my room with the door locked and my back against it. My palm still stung from the slap. My lips felt swollen. I could still feel the exact pressure of his mouth, the way he’d kept kissing me even after I bit him, the way my body had opened for him before my mind could stop it.

I hated how wet I was.

I shoved off the door and went straight to the bathroom, turned the shower on cold,...