The mark pulsed under my skin like a second heartbeat.
Not strong. Not clear. But steady enough that every time I thought about Nathan, a faint shimmer of silver traced along the edges of the burn. It felt warm and cold at the same time, like holding ice that glowed.
Leah stared at it from across the war room table, her eyes wide and terrified. “Margot. That is not normal.”
“No kidding.” I said.
“It is glowing when you think about him.”
“I said no kidding.”
She flinched. I sighed. I did not mean to sound harsh, but the mark had been flickering since the moment I woke up on the forest floor. And the more it glowed, the more I felt something moving at the edge of my mind. Something that felt like Nathan and not Nathan at the same time.
Leah wrung her hands. “This is how it starts. The
