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I had no idea what he was talking about. Transform? To mark? He was now looking at me with a lazy and irritated expression, as if I was bothering him.

I was bothering him?

He had kidnapped me! I was scared to death, and he was just lying down, enjoying his beauty sleep!?

Forget talking to him later! Forget talking to him again! I turned back to the door, ready to go out in a rush, but his voice stopped me once more.

"Rary, if you leave this room, you are going to start feeling dizzy and sick. You can't stay away from me right after the appointment. I bet that bite on your neck is starting to hurt, isn't it?"

I hadn't noticed it before, but now that he mentioned it, the wound was pulsing—almost as if it had its own heartbeat.

I touched the mark on my neck and groaned as it began to throb, a searing pain.

Vidário sat, watching my indecision as I continued to look between him and the door.

I instinctively took a step towards him, and immediately felt the pain decrease a bit. Stran