Chapter 26 Trust

Chapter 25: Trust

"So that explains why you don't have markings on your neck or in your shoulder!"

"Um... What?" I creased my forehead in confusion. What did he just say?

Sylvester tapped his shoulder and his neck like he was pointing mine. "He never marked you."

I mindlessly slid my hand from shoulder to neck and felt nothing there. Then I laughed bitterly. "Do you?" I asked, asking him if he had marked, too, from his deceased mate.

He nodded and smiled. "Of course, I do have. We marked each other." He showed the crook of his neck where the markings left by his mate were there.