Chapter 42

Sherman "What the hell, Sherman?" Silvia panted against my chest, her fingers digging into my biceps with surprising strength. Her voice was sharp but laced with confusion and something else I couldn't quite identify. I froze instantly. Shit, had I just...? My mind rewound the last few moments. "Damn it," I muttered, realizing what I'd done. I'd bitten her—like claiming territory. The copper-iron taste of her skin lingered on my tongue, sending primitive jolts through my body. I looked down at the mark on the junction between her neck and shoulder—not deep enough to break skin, but clear and unmistakable. My mark. That had to hurt. "I... fuck, I'm sorry," I apologized hastily, gently touching the reddened skin with my fingertips. "I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean to—" Silvia pulled back slightly, her golden eyes studying my face. She was frowning, but I suddenly realized she wasn't actually angry. "You bit me," she stated, disbelief in her tone rather than accusation. I r