ALEXANDER “What is it?” The question came out immediately, my grip loosening the second she reacted. Then it hit me. Her wrist. I had seen something there before–faint, easy to dismiss at the time. But now- My gaze dropped fully to it. And I stilled. It was more visible now. Not just a faint irritation anymore. It was brighter. Clearer. Defined in a way that couldn’t be ignored. I didn’t say anything at first. Because I wasn’t sure I trusted what I was seeing. This wasn’t possible. It wasn’t. It was ridiculous. And yet- I wasn’t a child. I knew what I was looking at. Or at least… what it looked like. “It’s just a bit irritated,” Faye said, pulling...
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