Chapter Twelve

Jennifer paced inside her office. She’d left earlier than she’d intended, arriving alone—which was also unintentional.

“Fuck,” she murmured, hands on her cheeks.

Her heart was racing, and she felt like such a fool. She’d made a mess of things. After Zircon rejected her last night, everything went wrong. She’d gotten out of bed, grabbing for her torn clothes.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“What do you mean, what am I doing? You got what you wanted, right? Now, I’m leaving.”

“That’s not fucking fair, Jenn. It’s not like that⁠—”

“Fuck you, Conny. I’m done.”

“I’m not a fucking light you can switch on and off when you want. I’m a person, Jenn. I have feelings. You pulled me down towards your neck, am I supposed to think suddenly you want to bear my mark? After years of telling me no! Dammit, Jenn, listen to me⁠—”