Clarissa approached silently and took a seat at the table, lowering her hood to reveal blonde curls, a fair, freckled face, and eyes that gazed back at me with a warning. Beneath one of her onyx eyes, the twin to my own, was a darkened circle of sickly green and yellow. A mark that had certainly not been there this morning. I gritted my teeth and gripped the corner of the table. “Before you go off and kill someone, little brother, let me explain,” Rissa said to me, raising her hands. “There’s nothing to explain, Rissa. Who hurt you?” I snarled, straining to keep my voice low.
