All Chapters of MARKED : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I couldn't look away from Damon's silver-gray eyes. They held me frozen, trapping me in the moment. His grip on me was firm yet careful, his expression unreadable as he gazed down at me. My heart was still pounding from the fall, but the adrenaline wasn't just from that-it was from him. From what he'd done.I swallowed hard and asked again, "What are you?"He didn't answer right away. His gaze stayed locked on mine, studying me like he was trying to decide something. The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken words. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, despite the cool evening air. He was too calm, too composed, while my mind was spiraling with questions I wasn't sure I wanted the answers to.Then, I just said it. "Are you one of them?"His lips twitched at the corners, almost amused. Slowly, he set me back down on solid ground, making sure I was steady before letting go. The absence of his touch sent an odd chill through me."One of what?" he asked, his tone smoo

"What's bothering you this time?" Vanessa asked as we prepared dinner. I usually told Vanessa everything, but I didn't know how to explain what Damon had said earlier-that I belonged to him. Just thinking about it made my skin crawl and, confusingly, my chest flutter. It felt... complicated and insane. And knowing Vee, she'd probably march right up to their house and tell him to back off or something just as reckless. One thing I could talk to her about was Nick-and the growing guilt gnawing at me for keeping so much from him. I sighed as I sliced a potato in half. "With everything that's been going on, I haven't had time to spend with Nick. And now it just feels like I'm hiding too much. It's created this huge distance between us." "You know you can't tell him any of this," Vanessa said gently, placing the cut potatoes onto an oven tray. Her voice dropped lower. "First of all, it could put him in danger. And second... he'd probably think we're all completely insane." She was rig

CHLOE'S POVI woke up with the biggest, stupidest grin on my face. I stretched like a cat in silk sheets, my fingers curling against my plush duvet as I giggled to myself. Adam. I didn't even care that it was early. Or that it was hockey practice today. Or that Elizabeth would probably lecture me again. None of it mattered. Not when I was seeing Adam again.I twirled in front of the mirror, fluffing my golden curls and admiring the elegant scarf wrapped around my neck. Soft, ivory lace with an antique shimmer-Adam had such taste. I didn't even remember where exactly I got it from... or why I couldn't take it off. I'd tried. Last night, this morning... even yanked it a little. Nothing. Still, it looked cute, so who was I to complain?Practice was already in full swing when I got to the field. My legs were sore ten minutes in, but I pushed through the drills, laughing as Vanessa nearly took Elizabeth's head off with a slapshot. It felt good-sweaty, alive, almost normal."Cute scarf," on

I should've known it would be another strange morning the moment I saw Chloe step out of Adam Elvador's car like she owned the entire damn parking lot.She was glowing-smiling from ear to ear, her perfectly styled blonde curls bouncing as she walked. The same scarf-lace, delicate, and suspiciously hiding the side of her neck-was wrapped tightly around her throat again. Adam didn't even wait for her to say goodbye. His car drove off before she'd fully shut the door.She didn't glance in our direction.No wave. No smile. Not even a "Hey, guys!" which used to be her thing. She always had some dramatic, chirpy way of announcing herself, but lately... nothing.Vanessa and I just stood there, watching her float off toward the east wing of campus."She didn't even see us," I said under my breath, even though I knew she had."She saw us," Vanessa replied simply. "She just didn't care."I bit my lip, my chest tightening. Chloe was never the type to ignore us. Not like this. Sure, she could be

I couldn't stop shaking.Even as I sat at the table beside Vanessa, sipping wine disguised in our water glasses-just in case her mom glanced over-I couldn't stop thinking about Bella. The way her silver eyes burned with hatred... like a warning. Or a promise. And not a good one.It didn't matter that the ballroom was filled with music, laughter, and political chitchat. I was cold. Not physically, but in my gut. That girl-no, that thing-looked at me like she knew how my story would end.Vanessa must have noticed how tightly I was holding the glass because she leaned in and whispered, "You okay?"I gave her a tight nod, barely managing a smile. "Yeah. I just... I can't stop thinking about what happened in the bathroom."Vanessa scoffed softly, brushing a curl off her shoulder. "She's dangerous. I don't know what she is exactly, but she's not just some pretty vampire chick. There's something wrong with her. Something off."I took another small sip. "You really scared her, though. Whateve