Part Two:
Michael Reese.
“Hayes?” A smile adorned Hayden's face.
“You don’t like it?”
“No, I like it.” He said, chuckling a bit. He smiled some more, mumbling under his breath, but it was loud for me to hear. "I like the sound of it."
His grin was so infectious that I found myself smiling too, almost forgetting what we were talking about.
“So, your answer?” I asked him, taking a sip of water. Hayden stopped eating for a second, glancing at me with an unreadable look as if he were contemplating his response.
I knew he wouldn’t yield to my request. Hayden is someone who follows the rules; the human rules. He wouldn’t mark a kid, and it’s frustrating.
“How were you able to mark me?”
I was surprised by the sudden question, staring at him, wondering if he suspected something. Horned
