It was strange and even a little annoying, that fluttering tingle in the middle of her chest that made her open her eyes and meet Aidan’s dark gaze. He was lying on his side, his head on one arm, his hair disheveled.

“What’s wrong?” she asked worriedly.

“You don’t seem to have been marked. Neither of us does,” he replied. He was obviously disappointed about that.

Rhiannon put a hand on the curve of her neck, where the tattoo should have been.

“Do you feel bad about that?” she wanted to know