We stick together

I inhaled deeply, trying to calm the storm brewing in my head.

This was fine.

This was totally, completely fine.

I had just accidentally marked Rhiannon, binding her to me in a way that wasn't supposed to be reversible unless both of us actively rejected it—which, by the way, wasn't an easy process because it involved a ritual, blood, and, worst of all, Leora's approval.

Yeah. I was dead.

But first, I had to survive explaining this to Rhiannon.

I exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Alright, let's try this again—do you understand what this means?"

She tilted her head, still looking completely unbothered. "You bit me?"

I twitched. "Yes, I bit you."

She nodded. "And now there's a mark?"

"Yes, there's a mark."

"And it means…?"

I exhaled slowly, reminding myself that strangling her would not help this situation.