I touched the mark I’d had since I was born. Poor little guys, I’d probably scared them spitless. “It’s a birthmark.” It was about a week since I’d fed Daniel, and the marks had faded as soon as he licked them closed. Could a sabor, even an incipient one, tell when another had fed a vampyre?
“That’s all it is?”
“Yes. My Uncle Phil has a similar one.”
“Oh.” David seemed to mull that over, but Jonathan had other things that interested him.
“Is this your dog?”
“Yes. Her name is Mina.” She sat at my heel again, and I leaned down and ruffled her ears
“She’s beautiful. May we pet her?”
“Min?”
She went to them and let them stroke her fur, but after a minute or so, she came back to me
“Her coat is so soft. I wish we could have a dog like her,” David said. “But Mama says taking care of one would interfere with our practicing.” He gazed at Mina wistfully.