FREYA

I moaned as he licked the blood that trailed down my neck from the bite mark, blinking the unshed happy tears that blur my vision, I draped my arms around his neck and then buried my face against his chest inhaling his scent. I missed him so much I thought I'd die, my mom's death still hurt but deep down I knew I could never really protect her from what she was going through.

Living with the realisation that I will never see her again was forever going to hurt me. I felt Jet wrap his ...