Page 12 of Marked by the Demigod

Out of lack of anything else to do, Aimes stares at the computer screen, then, numb, opens up the code and makes the switch. It’s the easiest fucking switch to do.

Marked her. Like she was some sort of tree to mark, like a dog pissing for his territory. Either that or Dave just pulled the biggest prank on her she never would’ve thought he was capable of.

Dave slides back into the door, fitting his phone back in his pocket. “I’ve called my friend Katya. She’s on her way.” He says, muted, then raises an eyebrow at the computer. “You fixed it?”

“Am I in any danger?” She hugs her arms to herself.

“Do you want to stay here?” He asks kindly, “in my office, to wait? So you don’t have to be in the library main?”

She nods, and he rests a light hand on her shoulder. “My friend Katya knows what to do, you’ll be safe, and….and there’s an entire community out here that can be there for you.”

“An entire community of people who had sex and are now somehow marked?” She wrinkles her nose.

“No, that’s really, really rare, but...people who can be there for you.” He grips the hand briefly, then lets her go. "She's driving in from Sherman Oaks, it'll take her a bit."

"Man, I should've just met here out there, I'm in Burbank." Aimes exhales.

Dave forces a laugh. "Don't worry, she drives fast."

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