I had missed them when we could not fully be together. No matter how much I enjoyed that, I still ached for the one that should have burned into my flesh, the one that would never heal, never disappear. I chewed on the inside of my cheek and leaned back, glancing at my bare finger. “You know which one I’m talking about.” She leaned back, her eyes scanning mine. “Do we need a mark for that?” I looked at her. “No, but does it not bother you it has not shown?” Dianna’s gaze dropped to my scar as it often did. “I don’t need a mark for that, and besides, maybe we did the ritual wrong? We kind of
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