467. Love Marks
Mauve found herself leaning onto Jael as they walked into the dining hall. She wondered if it was because of the scarf on her neck but she was extra self-conscious today.
His palm around hers squeezed lightly and Mauve briefly forgot her fears. She looked up at him and found herself smiling.
He led her to her seat while the vampires said their greetings. He pulled back her seat and made sure she was comfortably seated before he moved to his.
"You're awfully early," Louis said sarcastically. "Did something happen?"
Maybe it was the way Louis wiggled his brows or it was the knowing look in his eyes but Mauve's head turned to a very ripe tomato.
She buried her face in the bundle of the scarf. She was glad it was big enough to hide her face in it. This was what she was afraid of. She was already an open book and now there was more than enough proof on her neck.