Page 51 of Curses and Casualties
I nod miserably.
“This is legendary! Georgia has fuck fangs AND a double mark! Ryan, you animal!”
“Not fuck fangth!”
Ethan’s shoulders shake. “Is double marking normal?”
“Nothing about them is normal. But two marks? That’s like... ultra-mated. What do we call this?”
“Please thtop,” I beg, bright red.
“Did the bite cause it? Or was it the ‘Soul Bond shuffle’?” She makes a crude gesture.
“THCARLETT!”
“For science! You’re like a walking experiment. ‘What happens with two mate marks?’ Apparently, fuck fangs!”
“I hate you all.”
“Seriously though,” Ethan fights a grin, “this is incredible. Physical traits mean Luna’s close to breaking through.”
“Great. I’ll be full wolf by morning.”
“Don’t be dramatic. Though I have to ask—how was the double marking? Different from the first?”
“Not dithcuthing thith!”
“Come on! For research purposes! What if we’re ever in a situation where we need to double mark someone?”
“Not how it workth!”
“How do you know? You’re the first soul-bonded pair in centuries. Maybe it’s normal, part of the process?”
Ryan finally speaks. “It was... intense. The bond flared stronger. Then...” He gestures at me. “This.”
“Intense. I bet.”
“I’m going to claw you,” I threaten.
“With those kitten claws? Adorable!”
“They’re razor sharp!” I catch my shirt. “Shit.”
“Terrifying. Truly.”
“OK,” Ethan intervenes. “Let’s give Georgia a break.”
“Thank you.”
“Besides, we need to focus on important things. Like eating with fangs. Or drinking without puncturing cups.”
“I hate you too.”
They high-five. “And sleeping! What if she claws Ryan? Or bites?”
“He wouldn’t mind the biting,” Ethan mutters.
“I’m leaving. Call me when you’re done being athholeth.”
