Mitchell POV "You have exactly three seconds to choose, Mitchell," Audrey says. She pulls her collar down. Her skin is pale, smooth, and completely blank. "I am not losing her," I say. My chest feels tight, like an iron band is winding around my ribs. "If I lose Betty, I am done." "Then let me take the mark," Audrey whispers. She steps closer. The scent of her is wrong, all chemical sweetness and no dirt, no forest, nothing like the woman who owns my soul. "It is a transfer. A temporary ink. It tricks the bond for forty eight hours, then it fades. Your connection to Betty stays untouched." "And she will forgive me?" "She will never even know," Audrey says. I look at the trees. The leaves are moving in the wind, a long, low hiss that sounds exactly like a warning. My brother is screaming in the back of my mind. His voice is
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