ASHER
I woke up to my alarm screaming and my body aching in places I didn't know could ache. The mark on my throat was burning, the bond was humming in my chest and I could feel Reed through the connection. Awake, alert and waiting for what, I didn't know.
I dragged myself to the bathroom and stared at my reflection. I was frozen at the sight in front of me. The marks were worse this morning, dark purple bruises covering my throat, my collarbones, and my shoulders.
Evidence of what Reed had done to me. I tried covering them with foundation but it barely helped.
Finally, I pulled on a hoodie with the collar pulled up as high as it would go. It would have to be enough, I hoped, but I knew that no matter what, people would know about the marks and they would talk.
I was lost in thoughts when my phone buzzed on the table. I walked up to the table and rolled my eyes when I saw who it was from.
Reed: Good morning.
