Thornhill Academy (By Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 110

Kael’s gaze lands on Allison. His nostrils flare. “Uh…” He points, brows rising. “Trouble? What the fuck are those?”

Allison freezes mid–stretch, glancing down at her arms as if she could hide them. The sigils flare brighter, betraying her.

Evander sits up, instantly alert. “Those weren’t there yesterday.” His voice is calm, but his eyes flick between us, calculating.

I can feel the shadows in the room bristle, answering the sudden tension. “Peace,” I say quietly, lifting a hand. My power hums, smoothing the edges of the air. “They are not a curse.”

Kael swings his legs over the side of the bed, still glaring, “You marked her?”

The accusation is sharp, and Allison looks ready to defend herself, but I speak first. “Not as you think. She fed from me. The marks appeared after.”

Evander’s head tilts, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “So they’re yours.”

“Yes,” I answer, unashamed. “And yet they are hers.”

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