Were you in a dream?

Raising herself slowly from the bed, she ran a hand through her disheveled hair, her gaze moving around the room to stay on the floor-length mirror that was side the bed.

She looked like she had a fight the night before with a bird, and it had won using her hair as its nest as part of its reward.

Her face was blotchy, and her gaze locked on the hickey-like mark on her neck. It was turning purple, and she didn't see any significant mate mark yet. And she wondered how long it would stay as a hickey.

But she could feel it. She felt Damien's presence, and her neck tingled in the spot that he had marked.

Emberlynn groaned, clasping her face as she noticed Damien's eyes on her, and her cheeks reddened.

"Were you in a dream?" he asked her, and Emberlynn nodded.

There was no reason to state otherwise. He must have seen her twitching. But then, it wasn't a nightmare, and she wondered if she had twitched much.

"Was it about me?" he asked again, and she shook her head.

"Bummer, I'd have thought