Mark
🖤🩸“I have always wondered what my destiny was. This vampiric witcher believes it’s to bear his pup, and to drink from me.” – Frida King🩸🖤 … I gasped in surprise with shaky hands, staring at the King. He untangled his hands from mine immediately, taking some steps back away from me with some parts crimson laced in his mouth. This allowed me to hurry to the mirror on the dresser. I picked it up, looking at the spot he bit me. The mark had healed and on my neck was a wolf and a raven bird laced together. It formed a blue ink on my neck, with a crimson string between like an arrow piercing through. “You marked me,” I muttered in disbelief and wonder. “I… didn’t mean to, Frida, you pissed my vampire off with those reactions,” he constructed. Like that could change anything. Yet… “You cou
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