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GLEN’S SMILE FADED. “I’m sorry?”

“Your bitemark, dear,” said Althea, tapping her collar.

Glen frowned, and his hand went to his own neck. His eyes widened. “What?”

He leaped to his feet, spinning so that Amber and Milo could see the puncture wounds.

Amber stood, almost stumbled. “Oh hell.”

“What does it mean? What does it mean?” Glen wailed. “Oh God, am I a vampire? Does this mean I’m a vampire?”

“You’re not a vampire,” said Milo. “But you are marked.”

“Not again! I can’t be! I’ve already been marked! I had the Deathmark! I can’t be marked again!”

“What does marked mean?” Amber asked.

“It means the vampire who bit Glen can find him anytime he or she wishes,” said Althea, and then shrugged. “I’ve done my homework.”

“I’m marked,” Glen breathed, his eyes wide.

“There’s no need to make a big deal out of it,” said Milo, but Glen was already moving towards the front door.

“I need to walk,” he said. “I need to … I need to be free!”

And then he was gone, the door swinging closed behind him.

“What a dramatic young man,” said Althea.

But, before the door had clicked shut, Glen was barging back through.

“They’re here!” he cried, slamming the door and scuttling to the window.