*Gwen’s POV*

I awoke the next morning to an excruciating pain in my neck and brushed my fingers across my wound. It felt like Darick had taken a piece of my flesh from me.

He wouldn’t—would he?

My eyes widened at the thought but then returned to their normal size when I realized that the wound was too small and insignificant.

Then it came back to me in a wave. Darick had bitten me…he drank from me. He actually drank from me. But how much did ...