_Lisa’s POV_
I was still on my knees.
The mark on my wrist kept pulsing with pain. It felt like it was burning through my skin, through my bones. I tried to move, to stand, but the fire crawling up my arm made it nearly impossible. I clutched my wrist tightly. I clenched my teeth as I tried not to scream again.
I had never felt pain like this before.
Sierra whimpered in my mind.
Lisa... the mark... it’s not just any magic. It’s something old. Something powerful.
“What does it mean?” I whispered back. I was trembling. “Why now?”
I don’t know, Sierra replied, her voice weak and worried. But I felt it when it appeared. It's connected to you… to us. And it’s not just magic. It’s destiny.
My heart pounded even harder at that word.
Destiny?
The symbol glowed softly now, not as bright a
