Logan shrugged as he moved over to the cabinet with the coffee mugs. “No comments are necessary. Just examine her."
Dara just giggled as Dax sat on his back haunches beside Madison, his head c****d to the side as he watched the witch examine her. “I see your dog hasn't left her side yet." As Madison pulled up her shirt, exposing the three lines where the stitches were, Dara whistled her surprise. “Seems that mate mark worked overtime. Most of your stitches have dissolved, and the flesh is turning a healthy pink. I may not get the whole mark thing, but you can't deny its effects on humans." She pushed lightly on the scars, waiting to see if Madison would wince, but she gave no reaction except a small sucking in of her breath in anticipation of the touch.
“It doesn't hurt," Madison said, s
