CILLIAN'S POV

She looked at me with hatred in her eyes when I walked in but said nothing.

Her chains rattled. She was muttering something under her breath, a spell. But the chains neutralized everything.

"What do you want?" She asked.

I looked at her, at the chains and then at her palm. Suspicions were correct. I had seen the same mark on Rosa's palm earlier. A mark that appeared after she was taken by the rogues.

I bent and grabbed Estella's hand.

"What are you…?"

I brought out the silver dagger and slashed at the black mark in her palm.

She winced in pain and cursed me but she...