My mate was glancing around through the windows as I kept driving. My knuckles had whitened over the steering wheel, and my head felt like it was going to explode. A headache started pounding in my ears as I kept thinking about what to do. She had marked me. She had fucking marked me! My mind still couldn't bear it, but the scars were there. I glanced at the rear-view mirror and cursed again. Yes, her teeth were there. It was useless checking every other second. So that was what happened when I let my guard down for a second.

The silence around us became so raw, it sank into...