Chapter 43
Dominic.
And he looks… awful. Exhausted in a way that doesn’t fit him at all. His hair is tousled like he’d been dragging his hands through it, and for once, he isn’t holding court like the center of the universe.
Marcus and Tyler just walking up, waving an uneasy hello.
My feet move back instinctively, slipping behind the wall before he can see me.
I don’t want a repeat of earlier. Not after he stormed out of the seminar like it physically hurt him to watch Lucas mark me.
But… curiosity is a disease, and apparently I’m already infected, because I peek anyway.
Vivian is there, perched next to Dominic like she thinks someone might steal her seat if she shifts an inch.
She’s laughing loudly, too loudly, and leaning into him every chance she gets. Like she’s trying to hard to cheer him up.
He barely reacts.
Marcus and Tyler are trying to liven things up, nudging Vivian closer, cracking jokes loud enough for the whole courtyard to hear.
“She’s the only girl in the entire school without a mark!” Marcus laughs. “Dom, come on-
give her one!”
“Seriously,” Tyler adds. “She’s earned it. She did stay by your side through that mess!”
Vivian giggles, cheeks pink. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Well… I mean… only if Dominic wants to.”
My stomach twists, not with jealousy, just… secondhand embarrassment. It feels so force.
He isn’t jumping at it.
Which confuses me.
Dom likes Vivian. Loves her even. So why wouldn’t he smirk and tease and just mark her?
Instead, Dominic’s response cuts through the courtyard like a blade.
“Drop it.”
The boys freeze. Even Vivian startles, her smile faltering.
Dominic runs a hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh. “Seriously. Just-stop.”
Silence follows.
Real, heavy silence.
My heart kicks against my ribs.
Interesting…
If he was that into Vivian, if she was the girl he truly wanted…
then why did he sound like someone had asked him to swallow poison?
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Why hadn’t he marked her?
Why did he run out? Just to trick me? Another game? Or…
My fingers drift unconsciously to the spot on my neck again.
But I step back, exhale slowly, and force myself to turn away from the glass. Whatever Dominic is feeling, or pretending to feel, isn’t my business anymore.
I have bigger things to focus on.
Like the Healer Academy.
Like staying far, far away from fate’s idea of a joke.
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