Are You Afraid?
I really did owe it to him. Rodolphus hadn't slept with anyone else and I hadn't given him anything in years. He is a very skilled man, but he just can't compete with the dark lord. I lye in bed next to him the morning after our night together and I stare at my mark. It seems like it belongs on my skin. Years ago I used to marvel at how foreign it looked against my creamy white skin, but now it just blends in.
"Bella is everything ok."
"Yeah I'm just thinking about things." Rodolphus sits up and looks at my mark.
"Are you afraid?" I give him an icy glare.
"I'm never afraid Rodolphus." But in truth that wasn't true, I was more afraid than ever.