Freya Rose

Hugging Evan felt good, almost like nothing had happened. I pulled away from him and asked,

“You remember me?”

He pulled his t-shirt down, revealing a tattoo like brand of an angel on his shoulder. I ran my fingers over the slightly raised mark.

“It’s a witches mark. It means I can remember who you are.”

I glanced up into his eyes, tears wetting my own.

“Mason?”

He closed his eyes while releasing a heavy breath through his nose. He shook his head slightly and replied,

“His mark didn’t work. He doesn’t remember you, Freya.” My tears began to slide down my cheeks. “He is interested in your...