Mark by Destiny.
“Goddess above… just like her.”
She stood abruptly, unable to contain the trembling of her hands. “We must go to Dean.”
Liora rose quickly, her stomach a knot of fear and confusion. “What does it mean?” she asked, her voice quivering. “Am I… am I your daughter? Or just—just a girl with a mark cursed to carry something I do not understand?”
Loretta reached for her, cupping her cheek with a trembling hand. “You are no curse, child. You are destiny.”