I was thinking the back of your hand. Your right hand,” Cass added quickly, twisting to face him fully. “That’s fine, but any particular reason?” he asked curiously, studying him. His eyes were already shifted to an amber-red, and he reached for Cyrus’s right hand where it was resting atop his stomach. “Because you said the Mark would ground you,” Cass answered, his thumb swiping across the back of Cyrus’s hand. “Seeing it would remind you that you’re wanted, even if I can’t be there to say it at the time. This way, it’s visible at all times.”
