ALLISON.
There, I saw a symbol branded on his skin. The mark looked like blisters burned into his skin; a symbol of a star inside a circle—the mark of a witch. A witch’s curse.
“What the hell? Why do you have that mark? She cursed you?!” I gasped in horror.
Sullivan let out a shaky breath.
"I made a deal with her," he admitted.
I shook my head, unable to digest what he just said.
"I agreed to a binding ritual. I am bound by a witch’s contract which means that I am obligated to do everything that Celestine asks me to do. It doesn’t matter if I like it or not, my body would automatically move on its own like some puppet to do all her bidding.” Sullivan explained in a grim voice.
He lowered his shirt, covering the cursed mark again. His hands clenched into fists on his lap.
I shook m
