Chapter 49 The Mark on Her Wrist

Hazel's POV

I pushed my sleeve up first. I didn't want Osric to have to go first.

The gold line climbed past my elbow now. It hadn't stopped at the crook the way it had five minutes ago. Branches had grown off it, thin as hairs, curling toward the inside of my arm. They glowed softly in the dark o...

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