"…"
Mark didn't respond right away, his gaze dropped slowly to the floor as he processed everything he had just heard.
It wasn't that he was against it, or that it seemed crazy to him, or that he hadn't thought about it before in some distant corner of his mind.
It was more that until that moment, everything he had done with them had been without consequences.
And he knew it.
Every time he had been with Ely, with Aria, or with both of them, there had always existed in the back of his mind that comfortable certainty that nothing would happen, because they were all undead, and undead can't reproduce.
The only exceptions had been two.
The first was Rose, that time when he had just met her and she tried to seduce him in order to kill him by draining his blood.
And the second was Cali.
