As though of its own accord, her arm extended, and her fingers brushed over one of his yellow markings. The tattoo pulsed with light. “What do these mean? And why do they glow?” Though the movement was subtle, she felt his muscles tense beneath her fingers, and he dipped his chin to glance down at her hand. “They are my qal. All my people are born with them. A result of our volturian ancestry. I’m afraid I can’t tell you why they glow, however. They just…do.”
