“Some mysts are born with a mark; we call them centers, because they’re the heart bond groups are built around. When they choose a mate, during the ceremony they drink a potion that causes the other to gain the center’s mark like a public claim, but more permanent than wedding rings. Or if they,” I swallow, hard, and I’m pretty sure my face is on fire, “if they find their fated mates, that mark will appear the first time they touch.”
