I swallowed hard as the guardian extended a glowing metal rod toward me. The tip burned white-hot, casting flickering shadows across the temple walls. My stomach twisted at the sight. I knew why he had given it to me. I had something similar, but this one looked more painful.
"You must do this before you leave," the guardian urged. "Your scar has almost faded, and you know what that means."
I nodded.
"The rod I'm giving you is special; it will mask Haniel's presence and maintain your disguise. Everyone will think you are still an omega."
Haniel whimpered in my mind. "Aitana..."
I reached out with trembling fingers. I was not afraid, but that didn't mean I enjoyed the pain.
"Aitana, please, stop. I know what is at risk, but..."
I couldn't listen to her; there was no other way.
