Katie’s big silver eyes sparkled as she peered around our table with anticipation. “Elijah says one of you is new here as well?”

I offered her a small wave. “That would be me.”

She stuck out her hand to me. “Hi, I’m so glad I’m not the only one.”

I awkwardly shook it, noticing Nate hiding a smirk behind his palm. “Honestly, I’m glad too. But unfortunately, because of my marks, I stick out like a sore thumb.”

“Worse than a sore thumb,” Nate supplied.

I sputtered a laugh. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Are you born into the club or specially hand-picked from the planet of norm?” Celeste asked.

Katie smiled. “Born...