*Lena*
Heather was pacing back and forth across the living room of our apartment, her face screwed up in a vicious scowl. I was sitting on the couch, my cheeks tear-stained and the tender skin above my left breast throbbing painfully as Viv held my hand, toying with my fingers to mask her own nerves.
“And he didn't even walk you home?" Heather spat, her face flaming with fury.
I choked back a sob and nodded, to which Heather replied by throwing her hands in the air and stifling what could have only been a scream.
“F*ck these Morhan men, seriously," Viv mumbled, her face flushed of all color as she glanced at me, then down to where Xander's mark was, although it was hidden by several layers of clothing, and a thick robe, at this point.
I was freezing. Everything hurt. I felt like I
