The figure’s hood was deep and pulled down so far, there was no way to see their face. It was completely concealed in the darkness of their hood. They reached out, a gloved hand appearing from the sleeve. It wasn’t small and delicate, leading her to guess it was a male who gently grasped her forearm. He said nothing as he appeared to study her arm for a long moment before he twisted it slightly to look at the Mark on the back of her hand. “So foolish,” they murmured, and the voice was definitely male and somehow familiar. He said nothing else as he brought the tip of the scion to her forearm,
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