DESDEMONA

The warmth beneath my mark did not disappear.

Instead, it grew stronger.

At first, I thought it was only the strange feeling I had experienced the night before. I tried to ignore it, but as the morning passed, the warmth slowly turned into a burning sensation. I kept touching the side of my neck, hoping it would calm down, but every time my fingers brushed over the crescent-shaped mark, the heat seemed to spread deeper into my skin.

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection.

The mark looked different.

It had always been faint, almost like a small scar shaped like a crescent moon. But...