Unmasked (King Morine #4)

13. Mallory

CHAPTER 13

Mallory

M y lids flutter several times before they open.

Squinting at the bright light coming through the window, I groan. While my allergy symptoms are gone, the hazy fog the Benadryl induces still lingers.

I kick off the covers tangled around my legs before sitting up and stretching my arms overhead. Lowering my arms, I frown, looking down at myself. Where are my panties?

Crawling out of bed, I scan the floor before checking the sheets and comforter. But I can’t find them.

Shrugging, I exit my bedroom, heading to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. After drinking half of it, I’m more coherent.

Slowly, the events of last night come back to me. I remember everything except what happened after I watched the masked man’s video.

Shaking my head, I finish the bottle of water and grab another one. I need to stop wasting time and get ready for class.

Heading to the bathroom, I reach into the shower and turn it on, letting the water warm up while I strip. As I do, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. What the hell?

I move closer, my brows furrowing as horror fills me. Is that a hickey around my nipple?

Panic fills me as I examine my body intently, twisting around to glimpse my backside. I don’t see any other marks.

I peer closer, my fingertips gently tracing it. How the hell did I get a hickey on my nipple?

With a sigh, I step inside the shower before I’m late. Pulling the glass door shut behind me, I step beneath the warm spray, hoping it’ll remove the sudden chill that envelops me.

I turn the water to scalding, but it doesn’t prevent the goosebumps from covering my skin.

Was someone in my room last night? And if so, what exactly did they do to me?