Lisa’s POV
The water dripped down my arms as I shut the faucet, steam curling all around us like a soft little fog. Heri was towel-wrapped, tiny and blinking at me with that sleepy face she always made after a hot bath. My own hair was plastered wet against my cheeks, sticking to my neck. I wrung out the ends, shivering a little but not because of the cold.
Because of that mark.
It was still burning in my mind.
But she didn’t even… care. Like, hello? Big suspicious alpha mark stamped on your back and she’s just—meh, shrug, “oh yeah, family said it’s normal.” Normal?! Whaaaat?!
“Urmm…” I mumbled under my breath, clutching my towel tighter. “Not normal at all, Lisa, nope nope nope. Totally weird. Totally important. Totally something I gotta—ahhh…”
“Lisa?” Heri tilted her head at me, he
