The Red Mark
His gaze dropped briefly to my shoulder, where the Mark burned like a silent accusation.
“Because I don’t like leaving weapons lying around,” he said. “And whatever that thing is on your skin…”
His eyes met mine again, something dark and hungry flickering behind the glass-calm surface.
“...it belongs to me now.”
The car rolled forward, away from the only world I’d ever known.
Behind us, the compound disappeared into the night.
Ahead of us, the Blood King’s empire waited.
And I realized, with a clarity that stole what was left of my breath, that my life wasn’t over.
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