Once I had pulled on some ripped denim skinnies, a black crossover halter top and a pair of sneakers, I left the apartment. I would go to the shops, get some groceries, order a sim card, grab a phone…

I walked through the streets, feeling so many eyes on me, but no one said anything until I was busy looking at a window display.

"Whose mate is she?"

"She is marked…"

"She’s hot."

I looked over at the two men who were talking quietly, and gave them a withering look.

"I burn too." I replied sweetly, turning towards them. "You do know it's rude to talk about someone when they’re...