"Are you sure you want to come along?" Hades asked, glancing at the girl walking beside him.
Luna nodded without hesitation. "Since we're leaving right away, why would I stay back at the inn?"
She had a point—and the confident way she walked, even toward what most would call a shady part of town, was oddly reassuring.
'She's grown into a brave woman,' Hades thought, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
[Why don't you mark her?]
The inner voice chimed in, sudden and intrusive.
Hades blinked. 'Mark her?'
'What even is this marking, exactly?' he asked silently.
[Claiming a mate for yourself. Once you mark someone, they can't become anyone else's. Not as a mate—not even physically. Unless, of course, they're ready to suffer hellish pain.]
[Mutual claiming is like a soul-bonded marriage. I'd suggest you avoid that, especially with someone from another race. It changes both of you… permanently.]
Hades frowned. 'What happens if I do it with someone from another race?'
