Thornhill Academy (By Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 113

She gestures helplessly at her glowing skin. “Because no one can know what I am, and now it’s literally written across my chest,” bilan stretches. Even the shadows pause their slow drift,

Evander leans forward, elbows on his knees. “She’s got a point, man. If our council sees that, they’ll lose their damn minds.”

I feel it then–the subtle weight of the situation pressing down between my ribs. She is right. What was meant as a mark of expose the secret that would doom her in this realm.

“The marks may be hidden,” I say slowly, thinking aloud. “If they are of shadow, then shadow can conceal them When you will, they

should dim.”

Allison glances down, brow furrowed, and focuses. The glow flickers, then fades to the faintest trace–libs in glingsá thainigh skin.