You stumbled to your feet, heart pounding, the burn of the mark flaring as the door slammed open. Cuan stood there arrogant, blood on his collarbone, eyes like molten silver.
"You bit me!" you spat.
He smirked darkly. "Correction. I claimed you."
"You had no right..."
"I had every right," he growled, stepping closer. "You crashed into my world. Now you’ll live in it… or burn trying to leave."
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