Marked by fate
Jackson says with a slight bow of his head.
I can't help grinning back. I don't know whether that's the bond settling or the power going to my head, but I feel different.
I slap Sam on the back before taking the phone from him. "Come on then, let's get this over with," I say.
He strips down to his shorts and steps into the ring.
Mark approaches him and bares his neck, submitting. Sam acknowledges him, then turns and heads back.
"As easy as expected," he says with a grin.