After I had showered earlier I reapplied makeup to the mark but as I began to sweat and Damien's hand rubbed against the area, I was worried that it would get smudged.

I tried to stand as still as possible and to calm myself so that the sweating stopped.

Damien's fingers were so tangled in my hair that it felt like my scalp was being torn from my skull.

I tried thinking about something calm but nothing in my life was calm right now. Everyone I knew was either in danger, ...