The next morning, Gary wakes up and goes to the bathroom. After taking a shower, he picks up the brush to brush his teeth, but stops looking in the mirror. A heart with flames was engraved on his chest and inside was an “L”. An “L” for Lucifron.
He passed his hand over the mark, which was still sensitive. It was engraved on his chest as if it were made of hot iron, but it didn't hurt. In fact, touching her gave him shivers of pleasure.
- Now you carry my mark. Zog's heart of fire and my “L”.
- Is beautiful.
Lucifron goes to the mirror and looks at his neck. He hadn't seen his mark yet. A wolf howling at the sky, where a dragon flew.
- My mark is also beautiful.
Gary hugs Lucifron from behind and kisses the mark he admired in the mirror, making the dragon shudder.
He turns and looks
