SarahThe morning light was a cold, unforgiving grey as it filtered through my bedroom window. My first instinct was to reach for my neck, my fingertips searching for the heat and the raised skin Jareth had left there only hours before.I stumbled to the small, silvered mirror on my washstand. My heart sank.The dark, violent plum color was gone. In its place was a faint, yellowish shadow—the last, stubborn ghost of a bruise that would be completely swallowed by my wolf’s healing within the hour.It shouldn't have mattered. It was a fake mark, a tactical lie meant to shield me for a single night. But as I stared at my reflection, a hollow ache opened up in my chest.I felt abandoned. Not by Jareth—he was in the kitchen, I could hear the low thrum of him talking to Kevin—but by the reality of the night before. The silk was gone, the "better than sex" kiss was over, and my body was already betraying me by scrubbing away the only proof that I had been, for a few hours, his.I dressed in
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