( BACK TO GRAYSON'S MANSION)

“What’s this?” Tessa asked softly, her fingers brushing against his arm.

“What’s what?” he murmured distractedly, lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck.

She tilted away from him slightly. “Wait. I’m serious.”

His brows furrowed as he turned her around to face him, but her gaze had already locked onto his arm.

The scar was large. Too large to ignore.

And from the shape of it… It looked disturbingly like a bite mark.

His eyes followed hers, and for the briefest second, something unreadable flashed across his face.

“It’s nothing,” he said quickly, attempting to pull his arm away.

But she caught him before...