As soon as I stepped over the threshold, Whitney hugged me.
I dropped Trent's hand and hugged her back. "I need to talk to you," I whispered in her ear.
Whitney straightened. "I'm stealing your girlfriend for a minute," she said to Trent and then dragged me into her room. "Okay, what's up?"
"Where's Abby?" I asked, glancing round.
"Wyatt's room." Whitney sat on her bed, cross-legged, and motioned for me to do the same, and when I did, she said, "So, what's going on? You don't look so good."
Ugh. I was so tired of people telling me I looked like crap. As if I didn't know.
"This is what's going on." I held my hair away from my neck and turned my head so Whitney could see. "This is where Jax bit me, and the mark isn't fading. Is that normal?"
She leaned forward to get a better look. "Hmm."
My heart sank. That couldn't be good. "Well?" I asked.
"Seems like they would've faded by now," she said slowly. "But I'm no expert on this."