She had thought about it as he worded his statement. "I will submit when you can either beat me, or there is a stalemate. I will remove my mark at that time." She would need to remove the mark after he won, or well...it would bring new complications.<br/><br/>Heading out, she locked his door, heading back to her own rooms. Her father was there, relaxed and reading on her couch. His eyes seemed to look right through her, and a brighter blush fought its way to her cheeks making her go directly for her room after a quick murmured apology.<br/><br/>"It is already too late...dear daughter." He sighed and continued to read late into the night. He was listening for her dreams to awaken and tell him if the future he had seen in his mind's eye was going to be her eventual desires, or if her desires would go to hell in a hand basket.<br/><br/>A shower to free herself of the dirt, dust, and sweat of the day, and she was slipping between her sheets and relaxing into the night. Her eyes became heavy, pulling her down. The first part of the dream was odd. Her dressed in something much more feminine than she preferred, standing next to Marcus who was pointing out at the world beneath them. He didn't have to talk in the dream, she just knew they had it all. He had fulfilled his goals.<br/><br/>The dream changed, him at his desk, her on his lap, kissing with abandon. Their hands began pulling and ripping at each other's clothing, trying to get to skin. His firm grasp pushed her to lay back against the table top, and she moved with him, like an echo of his own thoughts as he moved. They moved together like some symphony, highs and lows, working in unison, before a growling grew from her and she was suddenly on her belly, submitting fully to the one behind her. Faith at being able to not see the one that could kill her easily, shown in her back exposed to his claws. She was breathless as her eyes snapped open early in the morning.<br/><br/>Her father was gone, a note on the table telling her to trust her instincts, and he would return in a month for the handover with the human. She took her time showering again and eating. She had been surprised to find a creamy white moisture between her legs, and figured embarrassingly, that it had been the dream of Marcus to set it off. She couldn't remember ever having a wet dream. That mark was beginning to make her head ache. Only a month, she would tell herself over and over as she headed to the training hall.