When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95
ARTEMISIA

My mother had told me so many things to prepare me for my mark.

She told me about how wonderful it was as my father finally marked her, and she became officially his.

She told me how happy she was, and how it had stung a bit but that the butterflies erupting in her stomach covered every pain she would feel.

I was prepared.

I was looking forward to it.

Or so I thought.

Because as Logan’s fangs sank into my flesh, all I did was feel pain.

Excruciating pain.

And being marked while screaming my lungs out in pain and fear certainly wasn’t on my bucket list.

I feel like he is injecting venom through his canines, poisoning me slowly as the burning substance wanders down my shoulder and right to my heart, making it still in my chest.

I remember my mother telling me that it was important for me to be relaxed when it would happen.

That a mate would see to make you feel at ease, so it could be as pleasant as possible.

I’m already starting to lose my senses as his teeth sink deeper, and I hear someone charging against my front door before bursting through it to reach me.

But it is too late anyway.

As various voices fill my room, they already seem so far away.

Logan doesn’t seem to be bothered by them as he finally lets go of me, passing his tongue on his mark now burning on my shoulder to seal it.

I can still feel the grin in his voice as he presses his lips against my ear, growling lowly, “Mine.”

Just before being torn away from me.

***

The first thing I see as I finally get my eyes to open is Fynn.

He is sitting in a chair next to my hospital bed, his head buried in his hands.

Blinking my heavy eyelids slowly, I turn my head to find Matthew with his head laid down next to my legs. His eyes are closed, and I smile tiredly, as I lift my hand to pass it through his hair.

He sighs, making Fynn lift his head. “You are awake.”

“Yes,” I distort my face as my raspy voice fights her way out of my throat painfully. “How long was I out?”

“Two days,” he answers, getting up to stand next to me. “Cayden just left. He wanted to change… I made him go take a break, he felt horrible because he didn’t hear your cries until it was already too late.”

I push out a shaky breath. “It’s not his fault. Logan… he…”

“Yeah… He is in the dungeons. Don’t worry. Apparently, as soon as he had marked you, he came back to his senses. He says he was like in a movie… Didn’t you tell me he acted strange lately?”

My brain totally ignores his questions as I push myself up, my fingers running over the mark on my shoulder.

Panicky, I look up at Fynn, as my hand claws down on the mark. “Oh, my Goddess. He marked me! Does that mean…?”