The voice faded as quickly as it had come, leaving Scarlett gasping in its wake, her wrist still burning beneath her sleeve."Scarlett." Damian's hands closed around her shoulders, steadying her before her knees could buckle. "Look at me. What happened?""My wrist," she managed, her voice unsteady. "It burns. Something spoke to me."His expression shifted from alarm to something closer to dread. "Show me."She pushed back her sleeve with trembling fingers. The crescent shaped birthmark she had carried since childhood no longer looked like a birthmark at all. Fine silver lines had spread outward from it, tracing intricate patterns across her skin, faintly luminous even in the dim light of the hall.Several guards nearby went still, their eyes fixed on her wrist with an expression Scarlett could only describe as reverence. One of them, an older man she did not recognize, lowered his head slightly, the way she had seen the wolves do in the forest hours earlier."Why is he looking at me l
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