Gatlin noticed these things as he moved closer. "You..." he started, and raised a finger to point at Mark. His first thought was that they'd come looking for him and caught mark instead. But no. The scent on Mark was not one Gat knew.
"Oh." He nodded. His hand snaked up to feel his own neck. He hadn't wanted to talk about it, when he'd been the one to feed a vampire. Mark wasn't a bog talker, anyway. Some things were best left unsaid.