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The Mark

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Liana POV

The Mark burned faintly as the night swallowed us.

The SUV moved downhill, away from the compound, away from everything that had ever defined my world. The road twisted like a living thing beneath the tires, each turn dragging me further from the only life I had known.

I didn’t cry.

Not because I wasn’t breaking—

but because something inside me had gone very, very quiet.

The man beside me didn’t speak.

Cassian.

The name settled into my bones like a second pulse.

The car smelled of leather and gun oil and something sharp beneath it all—control. Not fear. Not panic. Control was heavier. Colder.

My wrists still burned where the ropes had been cut. My shoulder throbbed, the Mark restless now, like it was awake in a way it hadn’t been before. Not screaming. Not flaring.

Listening.

I stared at my hands in my lap, memorizing them. The dirt under my nails. The faint tremor I refused to let grow.

“You’re going to look at me eventually,” Cassian said.

His voice was low, even. Not crue
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