Elijah didn’t stay much longer after, claiming he had some guardian business to tend. I hoped he’d make better progress regarding finding information about the mark on my arm than I have thus far.

It would have helped a great deal if I knew more about this world I now find myself bound to. A sad tug inside my chest was hard to ignore each time I thought of my parents.

A big part of me hoped my dad would reason with my mom, or maybe bother to call me, or send a message at the least.

I haven't heard a thing from them since Mom dumped me at that...