Selene's POV

The mark did not come back.

I sat on the cave floor with Silas behind me and my hand pressed flat against my own chest and I waited for the warmth to return. It did not. The silver and gold that had lived under my skin since the day I crawled out of the rocks at the bottom of the Sacred Moon Cliff were gone. What was left was a scar. A dead thing. A shape with no light in it.

Above us, the mountain pulsed red.

Silas's hand closed around my arm.

"Your mark."

"I know."

"What does it mean?"

I did not answer. I did not...