After laying there for a while being soothed by her gentle caresses along his back, Yakir finally shifted off of her body. “What did you do?” he said, leaning on his elbow and looking down at her.
Zirri looked at him and could not speak. She had been impulsive. She looked at him and near the bottom of his left eye was a mark, which was about two shades darker than his already dark skin, that matched her own daeva mark over her eye. While her own daeva mark was more detailed and covered a lot of her cheek, his seemed to be a piece of hers. There were three dots right under his eye along the lid and a curved line under those dots that seemed to trail off as it got closer to the bridge of his nose. It was not like any of the art he meticulously placed on his body. It was a forign mark, a for
