Damon:
Ivy became lifeless beneath me just after I pulled from her.
Her lips, which had just been melting against mine in perfect synchronicity had parted peacefully as she fell asleep, her body had been turned into a vessel whose spirit had been called to the holy place, a place I couldn't reach her no matter how I tried. That was a thought that sent fear throughout me like hot magma running beneath my skin.
My chest burned with the fear of losing her, it burned hotter with her acceptance chasing most of that fear away.
Her mark stretched from shoulder to shoulder, up my neck, and down to my navel. It looked like a bolt of lightning struck me in the center of my chest and erupted into a marking of her own design, a mark made just for me, a mark of power, and love, a mark that glowed
