Sable

The crowd around me stumbles away, more screams and cries rising up.

Archer, Trystan, and Dare press closer as if they can shield me from view. They’re bigger and wider than I am, so maybe that would be possible if my secret wasn’t so publicly declaring itself to anyone with functional eyes.

I cross my arms, trying to hide the black marks from sight. But even shoving my hands inside my shirt sleeves to stem the flow of black smoke doesn’t work. Thick swirls of it float around me, dark and wispy and completely out of control. All those days with Archer in the barn on East Pack lands...