It was my power, the power Jean-Claude had woken in me by his marks, but it was also my power, my necromancy that burned like som He wasn't bespelled, she hadn't tricked him with her eyes. I stroked Nathaniel's hair, and asked him, Are you alright? He'd opened his eyes just barely and smiled up at me. He was serious again.
He looked from Nathaniel to Damian, then to me. What if I turn furry, will you still mark me? I don't do furry, I said. It couldn't. That was a game I was no longer willing to play.
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