Moon Goddess's Little Diamond
Beneath the moonlight, with the ancient stones as our only witnesses, we sealed our bond most anciently.
Afterwards, as we lay tangled together on the soft blankets Jackson had thoughtfully prepared, I traced the mark I'd left on his neck. It had already begun to heal in the accelerated way of our kind, but would remain visible forever, a crescent moon with a tiny star at its centre.
"Your mark has a diamond in it," Jackson murmured, his fingers gently exploring the claim he'd left on my skin.
I smiled, unsurprised. "The Goddess has a sense of humour, it seems."
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