Bloodshot eyes zipped across a page of yet another answerless book. Hermione cradled her head, reading every line as carefully as she could, searching for any inkling of what could possibly be on her neck, of what  he had done to her. Her research on vampire mates had never once mentioned the golden circles she now knew to be common, but she thought if she looked again, she might just find what she needed. After all, in times of desperation, she had a knack for discovering the undiscoverable. 