_Lisa’s POV_
The cold ointment the doctor gave me soothed my skin only a little. The burn on my wrist was still there. It was hot and sharp. Even while lying in my hospital bed, wrapped in soft sheets and surrounded by silence, I couldn’t relax.
Sleep refused to come.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that symbol. It was glowing and pulsing like it had been seared into my soul and not just my skin.
I tossed and turned under the blanket. I bit back a groan as the mark flared again.
Sierra…
I’m here, she whispered, her voice soft in my head. I can feel it too. The magic around that symbol… it’s still active. It’s like it’s calling to something.
Calling? To what? I asked, trying not to cry.
I don’t know but it’s not finished with us yet.
I curled up tighter and pressed my wrist agai
