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I asked Jarren, looking through the bibs. “They’re at the register.” Was his response. I shifted through the bibs before picking one that said, “Mommy’s Little Trouble Maker.” It was purpled with white writing. I was definitely getting it. I placed it in the basket before turning back to the wall. I found one that said, “I’m Cute, Just like My Daddy.” Knowing how true that would be, I laughed before showing it to Jarren.

"The human." Maya's stomach dropped. "I'm not—" "You are." Wilder cut her off flat. "Marked." He said it like a fact. Like weather. Like something he already owned and didn't need her to confirm. Marlowe laughed. One short, sharp sound with no humor in it. "Marked by you," he said. "Not kept by you. Yet." Then he turned the full weight of his attention on Maya, and his voice changed. Smoother. Almost kind. That was somehow worse.

Wrapped around a dagger. My son has been branded too.

“Well.” Maren cleared her throat. “I came to check on my patient.” “Did you?” “Yes.” Lotty’s gaze drifted to Maren’s neck. The mark was there. Fresh. Barely hidden beneath the collar of her shirt. Adam’s mark. Lotty’s smile softened. “Oh, Maren.” Maren’s professional expression faltered. Adam looked at his sister. “Don’t start.” Lotty’s eyes filled with happy tears. “I’m not starting anything.”

I change into my gym wear, a short and a top with a 'GIRL POWER' inscription written at the front. we all sat round the field waiting for the teacher. Ten minutes has gone by without the appearance of the teacher, I guess we will just have to wait till he comes. I picked out my phone from my purse with the intention of playing game. I click on my favorite game candy crush, has I prepared to start crushing some jellies I saw the shadow of a figure in front of me. I raised my head, seeing the person in front me, I scowl in displeasure and turned my head back to my phone.

Shit, I wanted to run my tongue all over that place. I noticed the dark marks on his right shoulder and that they reached down to his chest. But instead of a burn, it looked more like a birthmark. “Marky...” I breathed excited as I watched as he finished undressing and got into the hot tub and sat next to me. “Tell me, Livie.” he smirked as he pulled me towards him, leaning my back against his chest. “Marvelous body you built overnight.” He started to laugh and it didn't take long for me to join him.

Would’ve I was dead? I quickly got up from my bed, turning on the lights. I ran over to my mirror and looked at myself in horror. There was a huge bite mark on my right shoulder. It was still slightly red, but it couldn’t have healed this quickly. I ran my hands over the new sore, grimacing when I felt pain. It wasn’t a dream?