Seth's teeth are on my neck, preparing to sink in. I am pushing against his chest, begging him not to mark me, shaking so violently I am surprised my bones do not break. Two figs bear themselves to me: one fig is Seth explaining that once he marks me Jeremy will become all but obsolete, and the other fig is the Moon Goddess telling me to never forget I have a choice. Both seem to rot and wither as Seth and I hang in limbo. I might simply forget myself instead.
His teeth retreat from my neck and I finally breathe, touching the spot his mouth once was, feeling the remnants of saliva and the indents from his canines. I get the sense this is only a refractory period and he will return next time with no intentions to quit. He stares down at me, blue eyes ablaze—the blue part of the flame is t
