Fawn smiled at the immediate arm around her shoulder and leaned in. She loved this feeling with her brother. There was that logical part of her that told her often that she should want this with other boys than Hunter, but none of them drew her, none of them made her feel so safe and loved as hunter did. He was her world and she loved him. Her parents had seen just how intense that love had been and had informed her as they grew up that it was best to distance herself, but she had ignored it.
Hunter drew her attention from those thoughts and the symbol appearing when he answered. Now that he'd said it, there was little more that it could be. It was the dark lady's mark, the sign of the deatheaters closer to their house.