Chapter 76

Vivienne's POV

"That gland's off," he says, out of nowhere, boxes stacked in one hand.

I blink. "What?"

"The mark." He nods at my throat, easy, like it's a weather note. "Fading. Should top it up before we go out."

Fading. My hand flies to my neck on reflex. It is not fading. He redid it three...