I splashed water onto my face multiple times until I was satisfied. With my face dripping, I rested my hands on the sink, gripping tightly. It took a moment before I looked in the mirror, my vision blurred.
"The moment you breathe my name to Ares King or anyone, I'll know."
Noah's voice echoed in my head, and it had been for a few hours now. Haunting every corner of my mind and bleeding dread into my skin.
I turned off the faucet and put on my glasses, using my palm to wipe the mirror so that I could see my reflection clearly.
I pulled down my sweater to see my neck. There was a little red dot, but that was it, nothing else. I kept looking, feeling my neck in hopes I could locate what was inside me, but I made no progress.
Great. I can't feel or see shit.
I placed my hand back on the sink and dipped my head, closing my eyes.
Face it with courage.
