A Marked Man
10) . . . A Marked Man
"Well, it's not that bad."
Charles just looked at her.
"Seriously! It's not that bad. I mean, your hair covers it, most of the time. Except of course when it starts glowing. But it only does that every now and then."
"Honey, you're not being very reassuring," Charles told his girlfriend. "And you still haven't told me what the glowing means."
"Well, about that, it seems that fairy marks react this way when near other fairy marks."
"But it only does that when I'm around . . ." Charles trailed off, looking his girlfriend over carefully. "But I don't see one on you."
Willow squirmed uncomfortably. "It's not exactly in the most visible place per say . . ."
"Fine, I might have one on my left cheek."
Charles looked at her face in confusion.
"Not that left cheek."
His eyes widened. "But . . what . . .how?"
Willow made a face. "Let's just say I was drunk and looking for a good time. If I had known my good time was an immortal ditz who makes a habit of marking humans in the strangest of places, I probably would have picked up that brunette instead."