Chapter 73. A Dream

When I got back to my room, Kristen abandoned whatever she was doing as soon as she saw me crying. I felt the comfort from her arms enveloping me as I collapsed on the bed, burying my face in the pillow.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Her voice was laced with genuine concern. How could I explain to her how I truly felt? How could I could I tell her that I wanted to help Devyn? That I was trying my best to understand him, but he wouldn’t let me?

“It’s nothing,” I mumbled into the pillow, my face remaining pressed against it.

I felt her hands grasp my shoulder, “Look me in the eye and tell me it’s nothing.”

When I lifted my face from the pillow, her eyes grew wide. “What the hell happened to your neck?” she exclaimed as she traced my neck with her fingers.

A chill ran through my body. Had Devyn’s grip on my neck been so tight that it even left a visible mark?

I was stuttering and as I tried to tell her it was nothing, but she cut me off. Her face twisted into a