"Did what?" Serena asked.
Darius pushed himself from where he was and sat on the other side of the bed looking straight ahead. Serena swallowed hard and followed his lead, sitting upright, the sheets bunching around her waist. A faint chill ran down her spine.
She had an inkling of an idea of what he was referring to, but another part of her hoped he was wrong.
"That mark that you bear on your neck is not mine. So I ask, who did it?" Darius asked in an eerily calm tone.
Serena's fingers tightened around the pillow in her lap. Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach, and she silently screamed into herself. This was a terrible position she had found herself in, one she had tried so hard to avoid.
