It is fading

"Thank you… and I am sorry," she murmured, expressing both gratitude and regret.

She did not know how much longer Quinn's mark would remain on her before it faded completely. But unless he chose to reject her, it would persist, if not upon her neck, then within her. She needed to find a way to make him sever their bond as soon as possible, things could not continue this way.

"You needn't worry about forcing his rejection. I have a plan," Hezekiah assured her.

She frowned. A plan? What kind of scheme had he devised? Was he planning to threaten Quinn? That would be utterly foolish if so.

"How?" She asked, curiosity laced in her voice.

"Tonight belongs to us. We shall speak of it later."

Without warning, he lowered his head and grazed her neck with his fangs. A sharp gasp escaped her, and though the sensation startled her, it had served its purpose. The gathered crowd erupted into cheers, convinced that the marking had taken place.