I looked down at Phina, who was still clutching my top with quite the strength.
The serpent mark on my neck was finally glowing. It felt warm, like a constant, pulsing reminder of the mark I had left on Damar.
It wasn't just a visual change; I could feel Damar's lingering satisfaction through the link, a low hum of possessive pride that made my head swirl.
It seems the marks are linked. I thought, and just then, Thalor added,
"From the glow of your mark, it seems Damar's mark will be a beautiful mark, Arinya," he said softly, his fingers lingering on the back of my chair.
He wasn't looking at me with jealousy—more like a quiet, intense curiosity.
"I can see the intentions you carved into it through the mark on your own neck." He touched the mark, tracing softly, that it made my already sensitive skin tingle, so I winced.
Was he doing this on purpose?
"It pulses with the strength of the land and the depth of the water. Damar must be… transformed."
