"What?" Trent asked, teeth clenched, hands curled into tight fists. "What do you mean she's been marked?"
"It is rare, that is for sure. In all my centuries, I've only seen this a handful of times." Macaih stood and stretched, reminding me of a cat who'd just woken from a nap, ready to raise hell.
"Seen what?" Sean asked.
I'd almost forgotten he was here; he'd been so quiet through all of Macaih's questions.
"The eternal bond." Macaih wandered around the living room. "See, when we bite a human for pleasure, or feed without draining them, we leave a mark behind. Most of the time, it goes away, and the human goes about their life none the wiser. But." He stopped pacing and held up a finger. "There are times when a deeper mark is created. A bond between vampire and human."
Dragging my hands through my hair, I hung my head between my legs. "I'm gonna be sick," I muttered.
Whitney rubbed my back, her touch soothing.