The steam in the bathroom was thick, swirling like the secrets that seemed to saturate every corner of the Dark Shadow estate. Anita stood under the spray, the hot water stinging the scrapes on her back and the bruises blooming on her skin.
She leaned her forehead against the cool tile, closing her eyes. Gotti's voice echoed in her mind, a low, rough rumble: "I've never had a mate. You're the only one."
'If it were true, then why was he so hesitant in marking us?' Nova echoed.
Anita didn't reply, she scrubbed the mountain mud from beneath her fingernails. She felt like she was living in two worlds at once: the one where she was a transmigrated soul just trying to survive, and the one where she was the missing piece of a dark, broken secret.
