Selena Jemimah stood at the side, barely flinching under the question. “I found her near the border,” she said. “Rogues were searching. They’d have killed her if I didn’t move.” He narrowed his eyes. “And you care why?” “I didn’t,” she answered. “Not until I saw the mark.” At that, his eyes finally slid to me. Slow. Intentional. He stepped closer. My pulse stuttered. His footsteps were measured—like he was stalking prey, but already certain it couldn’t escape. He stopped in front of me. “Let me see it,” he said flatly. I froze. Jemimah nodded toward me. “Show him.” I lifted my arm slowly, like it weighed more than it should. My heart slammed behind my ribs. My breath caught. He reached for it—his hand calloused, the skin like dry bark. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, rough and tight. Not hurting. But not gentle either. He turned my arm slightly, bringing the lamp closer. The light washed over the skin. The mark—faint, shaped like a crescent—gleamed under the glow
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