CHAPTER 6

I walked into the office with shaky legs.

“Morning,” someone called from the desk cluster.

“Hey,” I muttered back, hugging my laptop like a shield.

But inside?

My chest was buzzing. My skin is hypersensitive. My whole body was begging for something I couldn't name out loud. For him.

Lucien.

I tried working.

I really did.

But I kept catching my reflection in the black of my monitor. And in that glassy darkness, I swore I saw him.

“God,” I whispered, rubbing my thighs together. “What the hell is happening to me…”

My hand brushed my neck. The mark was still warm.

I opened a new tab. Typed...