Charles spun on me, making me shrink back. “That crazy fucking male you’re sleeping with nearly tore my head off thinking I’d touched you. I do not intend…”
Charles trailed away, his expression changing to one of disbelief. “He marked you.”
My hand flew to my neck. “Yeah, we exchanged blood. Is that weird?”
“No—” Charles leaned forward to enunciate his words very carefully. “He…marked…you.”
I glanced down at my body, checked over my arms, and then turned my puzzled expression back to Charles. “How? Where?”
“Did he not explain what that meant?”
I shook my head, still lost to confusion. “He said he had to talk to me about what he did. I figured it had to do with him breaking down my door, and making my roommate piss himself and then sleep in a bush.”
“I didn’t sleep. I was afraid he’d come out.” Charles shook his head. “Not important. A male hasn’t marked anyone in…decades. He was probably embarrassed or he would’ve told you.”
“Why? What does it mean? Is it bad?”
Charles held the door and yanked his head for me to go through. “Back in the day, when you staked your whole life on one female, you'd mark her. You'd declare yourself as the defender to her and her offspring, to the death. You basically said you were her department store; whatever she could possibly need or want, it was your job to provide. Darla wants that from him like nobody’s business.”
My heart fluttered. Stefan had given me something he wouldn’t give his intended. That another man hadn’t given a woman in a great many years. I didn’t understand fully what it meant, but that alone made me feel special. It made me feel…important to him. Treasured.#p#分页标题#e#
Charles went on. “It’s a great risk to him, though. If anyone goes after you, it’s a challenge to him directly. As a leader, he will be forced to answer the challenge—all challenges—or he loses his title. Not to mention his girl and his pride, obviously.”
“So, basically, the mark is to ward everyone away from me with the implied warning ‘or else.’”
Charles nodded.
“And…he’s promised to another.”
Charles nodded again, but this time, with a grimace. “We stopped marking because times changed. We’re extremely promiscuous as a culture—it wouldn’t be fair to limit that.”
“So, after you mate, you still screw whomever?”
“’Course. Though less as you age, obviously. But yeah, mating is really meant to provide stability for offspring and protect the family. You might have noticed—we are a fairly violent race.”
“But I haven’t seen any families around here…”
“We wouldn’t be so stupid as to have pregnant females and children hanging around the city where Trek and his idiots are roaming free. Families with children are in our lands in the woods or more suburban settlements.”
I took a deep breath. On one hand, it was a little unbelievable that Stefan would care for me that much. As Charles said, based on his peoples’ culture, this was way huger than marriage. That gave me a dramatic pause.
On the other hand, he just cut off my ability to find someone else within this species. When he got mated, I would have a giant, permanent road block to my moving on. I couldn’t get pissed at him and breakup because I’d still be tagged as his. I’d be cast off and alone, it would be him or nobody.
“Humans can’t tell, right? This is just limited to your race?” I inquired to Charles as we neared the main house. I slowed for obvious reasons. Yes, I needed food, but I got suddenly worried how people would perceive me. Something told me I’d get more stares than usual.
“No, humans wouldn’t know. If it goes pear shaped with him, you can always snag a human.”
That helped lessen the blockage in my chest. Realistically, he was my other half. Being together last night felt so instinctive. I wouldn’t get that with someone else. Anyone else. Still, fail-safes were good.
Then something occurred to me.
“If I want to cause him no end of grief, and possible death, all I have to do is seduce someone?”
Charles thought about it a second. "Huh. Yeah. I guess you kind of have the upper hand on that one. If anyone would touch you. He’s the top of the food chain, so…"
"They're men. Men are dumb when they get turned on."
"Good point. Please don't try to seduce me."
"Why? Afraid you'll give in?"
"Obviously. Thank the gods you're not a vindictive bitch."
"That you know of."
"Oh no, I've catalogued your bitch side. You are an explosive, wild, unpredictable bitch, but if I avoid the triggers, I'm good."