I said, grabbing his arm and standing on my tippy toes to get a good view. I half expected him to yell just kidding as I leaned in closer. He didn’t, and the ragged bite mark was still there. “I’m sorry, Ezra. I really didn’t mean to,” I apologized for the tenth time since it had happened. “I know you didn’t mean to, Emily, but you did and now I have a bite mark on my neck,” he fussed. I felt guilty enough as it was, I didn’t need him yelling at me to make me feel worse. “Well, you bit me, too! So now we’re even,” I said, showing him my neck. He glanced over and did a double take. He grabbed my neck and pulled me closer. He started wiping my neck and moving my shirt around. I was just about to ask him what he was doing when he let go and answered. “Emily, your bite mark is healed,” he stated in shock. I grabbed my neck to feel for myself, searching in the mirror for any evidence of a vampire bite.
