Seraphim's POV
I stared at myself in the mirror,as I brushed my fingers over the nape of my neck, where the hickey was. It glowed faintly through the thin layer of foundation, it kept on reminding me of the river and the consequences I hadn't anticipated. My hands trembled slightly as I dabbed at it with more concealer, then blended until it almost disappeared, but I knew Grey's sharp eyes could spot it without effort. My reflection looked back at me, a mix of fear and nervousness dancing across my face.
