I ran my hand over my arm, watching the marks glide seamlessly across my skin. “Itchy?” Aiden asked. I shrugged a shoulder. “The marks always go crazy when there are gods nearby.” As we walked toward the dean’s office, he reached over, trailing his fingers along my arms. “Do they still react when I touch you?” Heat crawled through my veins, and I nodded. The marks had followed the path of his touch. “Yeah, they still like you.”
