I hiss as my mark burns once again. It feels like a painful fire in my lower stomach, growing the longer I stand here. “Fuck!” Fallan curses, forcing my stare away from my birthmark. He clutches his chest, snapping his head in my direction. I have little time to push myself behind the wall. My body sinks to my knees, clutching my ears as an overwhelming sense of fear washes over me. Regardless of my grasp on my head, I hear their muffled tones. “What is it?” Valerie questions. “Nothing…. Let’s go,” Fallan says, pausing a great deal between the two statements.
