CHAPTER 11

I stare at the words in front of the men , the river’s slow and tender waves hitting my hand. “Love.” I muttered under my breath, my voice barely distinguishable amidst the heavy clamor of my heart.

I scoff, leaning my head back to stare up at the sky. Is this how She’s going to play with me?

Fine.

The river glowed and before I knew it, waves evaporated in the air, imitating what happened earlier with Jane’s answer. My lips curved in genuine satisfaction.

I did it, Logan.

I push myself up from the ground and pull the rolled paper from my satchel. I look down at the map, where the second destination should be. Upon peering down, my eyes caught sight of my wrist.

Something should happen to it anytime soon.

I felt my eyes widening when the effect finally kicked in, it was different from Jane’s. Hers turned red, while mine . . .

Disappeared.

Only two black circle marks remained on my wrist as the first one vanished, leaving no traces of being marked. So when I finish all the stag