Something from Lunacy, though I have no idea where it fits in, to be honest.
Nico's eyes widened when he saw my neck. It was smooth, dark, and unblemished, free of every mark he'd left there. Knowing full well what he was and what he was capable of didn't stop me from moving closer, into his personal space.
"You can play your games with your brother, Nico, but you had better remember that I'm not a thing. Hickies and love bites are one thing, but if you ever-" I poked him in the chest, hard "-ever try to mark me like that again, you will seriously and deeply regret it." It was probably foolish to threaten a werewolf, but I meant every word of it. He knew that, yet that wasn't why he was staring at me so incredulously.
"Julia...how did you heal so fast? That isn't possible. It shouldn't be." His dark eyes were fixed on my neck as he spoke but when he finished they climbed up to mine. It was that question, that look on his face, that cut me off mid-tirade. He pressed his advantage. "Yesterday, I bit you here," and he drew his finger along my neck, his eyes tracking the movement. "I put my initials here," he continued, and the memory of his audacity made me flare in anger again, but his hand drifted downward, over the curve of my breast where NG had been prominently displayed only yesterday, just over my heart. He glanced from his hand up to my face again. "Nothing's there. At all. Healing that fact Julia, it's...impossible."
"No," I whispered in response, my eyes wide and my voice shaking. "It's just inhuman."