Daphne closed her eyes. The remembered sensation of his hands on her body was still fresh. She squirmed unconsciously.
"Daphne? Did he mark your body as well?" Master Ammad repeated his question.
Daphne shook her head and opened her eyes. "He did... nothing," she whispered faintly.
Except ignite a fire to feed the passion inside her young body... The hot touch of his fingers strumming along her spine... The warm palm that cupped her femininity...
"Did you see him?"
"Yes," she nodded. She fingered her wound gingerly. "Who is the vampire, Master Ammad?"
The leader of the dhampirs hesitated for a moment. He eyed her shrewdly. "You don't know him?"
"I want to know the bastard who marked my neck!" Daphne started to get up. She was getting stronger. She could move her neck.
"He is our P
