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No, he didn't mean that.

People say things during sex. Don't they?

Of course, they do.

I've certainly never taken anything a man said while naked as a legally binding contract before. Supernatural or otherwise.

I pull my hair over the mark.

There.

Gone.

Problem solved.

“See?”

Clarissa frowns. “See what?”

“Nothing.”

“Exactly.”

“It's covered.”

“That doesn't mean it's gone.”

“Semantics.”

I start brushing my hair with considerably more enthusiasm than necessary. Clarissa watches me in the mirror.

“Belinda.”

“No.”

“There’s more.”

My brush stops.

Very slowly, I lower it.

“More?”

She winces.

“What more could there possibly be?”

“Well, sometimes...” She pauses.

I whirl around.

“Clarissa.”

“Sometimes it changes the promised mate too.”

I stare at her.

“No.”