“Scrub it off?” Xervan tilted his head, forehead creasing in puzzlement. “That will not work, not now. As I informed you, I have magically marked you so other beings will know you’re mine.”
Something we were going to have to discuss. Once dragons stopped being interested in reading my mind, I expected him to un-mark me.
“I guess I might as well toss my loofah collection in the lake then.”
“Yes.” Xervan nodded once firmly, but then lifted a finger, the puzzled expression returning. “I am not familiar with that word.”
“You can look it up the next time you’re perusing one of our dictionaries.” I patted him on the shoulder, held up a hand to encourage him to stay put, and joined Amber farther down the slope.
“Your life is really weird,” she said without preamble.
“I think we established
