Chapter 68 Caught In The Act

• I lie on my side, watching Elijah sleep, the soft rise and fall of his chest in sync with his steady breathing. The room is quiet except for the sound of our breaths mingling in the cool night air. My fingers gently trace the mark on my neck, the place where his teeth had sunk into me, claiming me, binding me to him in a way that still feels unreal. I can't believe it. I'm marked.
• I'm his.
• I swallow, my mind racing. Does this mean I'll turn soon? When does it happen? I'm so nervous.