#Chapter 127 Miracles

Damien’s POV I stared at the mark on Anila’s neck, my eyes wide and confusion flashing over my expression. Anila looked so content; there were beads of blood on her plump lips and it made me want to lick it off. I brushed a strand of fallen hair out of her face as I stepped away from her. We were still in the middle of the spellcasting room in the basement of the academic center. There were no locks on the door so anybody could just walk in and more often than not they did. I wasn’t sure how long we had been like this. We breathed in sync, our bodies coming down from the ultimate high. She was the first to take the initiative and grab her clothes off the ground. I was still stunned by what happened and I stood frozen for a few seconds longer. I actually marked her? How was that possible? This had to have been a dream. I thought maybe I imagined the whole thing, not believing that it could be real. Once she got her jeans on, she grabbed her shirt. She pulled it over her head