Forty-Two

Daphne’s POV

After Eric marked me, he refused to see me. The greater his absence became I could feel the mark on my neck burning into me, the venom wanting me to lose all control. Without me marking him in return my body would begin to crave him. Something that was already beginning to happen. Every thought that entered my mind was of Eric. Nothing about them were sexual which hadn’t surprised me in the least.

Two weeks had past, and every day Roman would inject me with something that kept my heat at bay. Though the pain remained the need to fuck was nowhere in sight. Being down here was lonely and in truth gave me time to think. Time to reflect upon the choices I made that led me to being here.

More than anything I wished I could turn back the clocks of time and tell that demonic bitch where to go. If I could I’d reveal her true identity. I’d scream it so fucking loud that not a soul in either this life nor the next would miss it. However, I couldn’t. Another poorly made choice I had