“I know more than you think.” His eyes dipped to her chest, to where a Curse Mark adorned her skin beneath her tunic, before he met her gaze once more. “Who told you about that?” she hissed, the sting of betrayal making her ears ring. “I’ve seen it before. That night you reacted poorly to the Healer’s tonic.” “I know you’ve seen it. Who told you what it was?” “No one. I have studied ancient magic and Marks for decades. The first time I saw it, I knew what it was.”
