To Justin, this was the absolute perfection of taste - chocolate combined with the taste of a lover. Yet as he licked off the smooth sweetness, he appreciated the touch, texture and look of her skin, something he hadn't quite been able to do during their first shag.
And then he licked off a drip of chocolate above where her heart would be, and stopped. There was a black spot on her skin, smaller but still almost identical to those he'd seen on Ernie and Theodore. He tried desperately telling himself that it was probably just a beauty mark, but he could already feel an ache in his chest telling him otherwise.
While he'd been sad and sympathetic when he'd found Theodore's mark, for some reason, it felt much worse to know there was one on Astoria. It wasn't logical, but it was true. He lifted his head and looked at her blindfolded face, his fingers running over the mark.
"You're having them too," he said softly, pain in his voice. "My best friend too, and my mum, and one of my brothers..."
Unmindful of whatever chocolate was left on her, he set his head on her chest and wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her close, needing a moment to adjust to the fact that yet another person in his life was marked for death.