"That's no problem," I sigh out, and then I wave my hand over the mark while chanting the secret medley of words my mother formed in spell.
Before his eyes, my skin shifts, and an invisible veil drops to cloak the hideous mark I'm not yet prepared to see. His eyes widen, and a smirk forms as he stands and lowers his head to be level with my little miracle.
"That's pretty nifty for a newbie. How long will it last?"
I shrug, trying to ignore the heat of his breath finding the skin on my chest.
"I'm really not sure of its limitations. It's worked on my other one for several years now. Mom seems to believe it'll always work."
He stands up, seeming too impressed for such a seemingly simple feat.
"You don't even realize the significance of this, do you?" he asks while touching the skin.
Chill bumps form when he caresses the hidden bite, and then I shakily murmur, "It's just for small sections. Nothing too big would work."
"It even feels smooth. No different from the rest of your skin," he says while letting his hand trail down my shoulder to my arm.
I shiver this time, and he smirks, obviously reading my aura again. Damn warlocks.
"Um, how much longer until my hair changes back?"
His smirk grows as he pulls my hair between his fingers and draws it in front of my face.
"It just did."
I stare at the blond and sigh in relief. I really need to get out of here. I know Kane and I can't be together forever, but I still want him. Being around Gage, someone who has my immortal destiny... it's just confusing me. Confusion is not something I need right now.
"I should get back to Kane."
Gage smiles bigger, and then he winks at me while holding his hand over my head. My ripped sleeve mends in front of my eyes as the blood stains covering my clothes disappear. Within seconds, my entire ensemble looks like I just walked out of the drycleaners.
I take it a step further and make it different, changing back into what Kane saw me leave in.
"Call me if you need me," he murmurs with his grin still intact.
Then something dawns on me. "Why did you soundproof your house? You mentioned you were... er... next door... and insinuated you overheard... um... stuff, but your house is completely shut off from the outside and so is Kane's."
He laughs loudly at my stammering attempt. I couldn't just say he mentioned overhearing my bedroom tousles with Kane.
"The house was soundproof when I got it. It wasn't something I added to it. It's rather obvious this is a hotspot for immortals. I'm sure one owned it at some point in time. There are quite a few houses like this one. As for overhearing your passionate screams, I'm not always inside and you don't always shut your balcony door."
My face floods crimson, and he laughs ridiculously hard when I drop my eyes instantly.
"I'm definitely leaving now."
Turning on my heel, I head toward the door, leaving behind the rambunctious cackles flowing freely from the dark user's mouth. He's enjoying this way too much.
Chapter Sixteen
The loud, thumping music is vibrating the house. The lights are dim, like this is some sort of a club instead of a home. I can see a group of boys clicking away on the remotes while playing one of the violent games.
Amy is the only one I recognize and know. There are so many people that it's impossible to find Kane right now.
"Blonds are my thing," a drunken goon slurs from behind me.
I whip around, quickly tossing his stray arm off my shoulders and take a step back.
"Sorry. Drunk strangers aren't my thing."