“Jason…Jason!”
He grunted, jerking awake as the voice intruded. Beside him, Phoebe slept. A half-moon shaped mark on her neck was still red and slightly inflamed. It would heal quickly, leaving only a perfect pink scar. Jason leaned close, breathing deep. Her lilac and sage scent was stronger than ever, but now also carried an undertone of dogwood. Now that she was marked, she would carry his scent regardless of how often they were together. She was truly his and only his.
“Jason.”
He sighed, “Yeah, ma.”
“Finally! I’ve been calling and calling.”
“I was asleep. It’s not even…six yet.”
“Yes and you are usually up by five.”
“So I slept in a day. I’m entitled.”
“That’s not the point. I almost woke Phoebe to find you.”
“Don’t. It was a big night.”
“What does that mean?”
“…I’ll tell y
