but his torso was bare, allowing her the perfect view of the Marks that ran the length of his left arm. The wolf beside her whined, lowering to his belly as Tessa stepped forward, resting a hand on the glass. The Mark on the back of it caught her eye. A Mark she’d put there. Energy crackled where her palm met the glass, but she absorbed it. This power wasn’t meant to keep her out. It was meant to keep him in.
