Day continues

Bryce smirked as he watched Cortney hastily pull on her clothes, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her jeans.

Bryce- Cortney..about the rumors, abd that mark on your breast

Cortney- oh, yeah the rumors, their just rumors..I over reacted, as for the mark..I gues bug bite..its fine.

She says as she heads out to classThe door clicks shut behind Cortney, leaving Bryce in the dim light of the room, still half-dressed and running a hand through his tousled hair. His smirk as his mind circles back to that mark on her breast.

Bryce - Bug bite?

He scoffs under his breath.

Bryce - That was no bug bite.

He says, worried, yet also thinking it might not be that bad if this keeps happening

Down the hall, Cortney quickens her pace, her thighs still trembling from Bryce’s relentless pounding. She adjusts her shirt collar. her fingers brushing against against the mark, She knows exactly where that mark came from, and it wasn’t from Bryce. The thought makes her smile, but she pushes it aside, forcing a deep breath as she rounds the corner toward the lecture hall. The last thing she needs is to be late again, especially after skipping the last two classes. But just as she reaches the door, her phone buzzes again.

The screen lights up with a single name: Liam. Cortney’s breath hitches. She hesitates for just a second before swiping to answer, pressing the phone to her ear as she ducks into an empty alcove near the lecture hall.

Liam- “You’re late,”

Liam’s voice purrs through the line, smooth and dangerous.

Loam- “And here I thought you’d still be in bed.”

Her fingers tighten around the phone.

Cortney- “I had things to take care of.”

A low chuckle.

Liam -“With Bryce?

She doesn’t answer, but the silence is damning.

Liam- well either way, glad I didn't drain you to much....mmm look foward to see how long you resist before seeking one of my kind out for another dose of our venom

He then hangs up.

Venom. The word echoes in her skull, sending a traitorous shiver down her spine. She remembers the sharp sting of his fangs, the dizzying rush of heat that followed, the way her body had arched against him, begging for more even as her vision blurred. Cortney's breath came faster as the memory of Liam's bite flooded back—the way his fangs had pierced her skin with perfect, painful precision, the way his venom had burned through her veins like liquid fire. Her fingers trembled against the mark on her breast, hidden beneath her shirt. It still throbbed faintly, a reminder of what he did to her. She should be afraid. But no, she loved how it felt, this venom must be what changes the students personalities And now she had been infected like the others Swallowing hard, Cortney shoved her phone into her pocket and hurried into the lecture hall, sliding into the nearest empty seat just as the professor began speaking.