I open the door to Gwen’s room and she follows behind me.

“Slow down and tell me what’s wrong.”

My feet pushes me to pace round the room, pulling off the annoying wig on my head.

“I think he marked me.”

She frowns, “That’s impossible. He marked her-”

“Do you have a better explanation for this?” I pull down my shirt collar to show her the bite mark, “He must have done something to me. He knew that I didn’t escape all this while. Goddess, what is happening to me.”

She tries to calm me down.

“Relax, he can probably feel your emotions and that is not a good thing.”...