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CHAPTER 21: Zea’s Warning

Author: Pearl's pen
last update publish date: 2026-07-08 21:33:23

Jasmine’s POV

Zea asked to see the burn mark as soon as I finished telling her what happened in the garage. She slid her bum to the edge of the couch so she could see properly and reached for the hem of my blouse. I stayed still and let her look because I already knew exactly what was there. She lifted the fabric slowly. Cool air hit the tender skin above my breastbone. I watched her face carefully.

The burn mark was an ugly circular welt in the exact shape of the amulet’s face. Dark red at
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