"W-Why did you do that?" I asked, my voice trembling.
The moment he stepped away from me, I instinctively touched the spot where he had just bitten me. My fingers brushed against my skin, and I could still feel the sting of his teeth.
Then he looked straight into my eyes—cold, serious, and intense.
"I know he hasn’t marked you yet," he muttered, his voice low, but clear enough to make my stomach drop. "And I know... if he ever gets you, he might mark you. If that happens, you won’t be able to escape him."
I swallowed hard, once, twice. My mouth had gone dry.
"In this way," he continued, "Lance won’t be able to do anything once he sees the mark. He’ll know he’s too late."
I still couldn’t move. My body felt like it was stuck in a trance. My arms trembled as I tried to hold what I had
