The blood drained from her face. “I can’t tell if you don’t know the phrase or if there isn’t any good news to give.”
“Both.”
“I’m going to need more coffee for this. Do you want any?” she asked as she padded across the room.
Sam leaned back and rested his ankle on the opposite knee. “No, thank you.” He didn’t drink coffee, other than the one Sera bought him when they went shopping. She’d spotted him through the window.
When she returned, she sat across from him and put her mug down. “Just rip the bandage off.”
His body went rigid, and he shot to his feet, rounding the coffee table between them. “Where are you hurt?” he asked as he lifted her arms to examine them.
She pawed at his hands and pushed him away. “Will you sit down? It’s a saying.”
“Then what is that?” he demanded as he zeroed in on her neck.
She tried looking down like an idiot. “What is what?”
Crouching down, he moved her hair and leaned in. “Who bit you?”
“What?” She covered the area and stood. “That’s not possible.”
Sam ducked as she hurtled over him and ran to the bathroom on the main floor. She pulled her hair back and stared at herself in the mirror. “Holy aether.”
Sam filled the doorway and shot her an accusatory glare. “You do not know who bit you? How drunk were you last night?”
She was too shocked to be offended. “Caius bit me.” Her eyes never left the bruise on the crook of her neck.
Sam’s hand covered her forehead, then moved to each of her cheeks before pinching the bottom of her earlobe.
She dodged his hand. “What are you doing?”
“Checking for fever.” She tried to protest, but he started searching her hair like a grooming monkey.
Slapping his hands away, she ducked under his arm to exit the bathroom. “Keep your banana hands to yourself. I’m not delusional.”
His face conveyed that he wasn’t kidding. He thought she had a head injury.
“He bit me in the soulscape last night,” she explained.
Sam studied the teeth marks, and she instinctively covered them with her hand.
TheAngel’ssilence was worse than his Mother Hen Mode. “Say something.”
“It seems if something happens to you physically in the soulscape, it stays with you,” he observed.
“You don’t say?” she deadpanned and pointed at her neck. “Did you not know this?”
“No.”
She waited for him to elaborate, but it was Sam. Elaboration was not in his vocabulary.
“What does this mean?” she tried again.
“It means you two should be careful where you mark eachother.”
Her jaw fell open. “This isn’t funny! What’s gotten into you?”
“What would you like me to say?” he asked her honestly. “It does not matter as long as you do not kill each other.”
