Aurora
I stepped into the bathroom as my mother formulated a plan with Caspian. Father would be pissed off that I was mated but at the same time I was hoping he'd understand. Or at least play nice.
Mother said he was unpredictable but with me very maternal. I'm his "firstborn" of seven.
Mother said it was surprising to her how gentle he was towards me, but not to be fooled. Jerome would kill anyone in the way of his goal to mesh the underworld and earth.
I undressed, looking at myself in the mirror, willing my form forward. My horns and red highlights made for a contrast to my pale skin. Where Caspians mark is the tribal markings formed beautiful vines and knots with flowers in the shape of a moon.
I touched the tender bite in awe.
My horns were small and thankfully not gawdy.
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