“As a side note,” Caleb added, watching me paint my fingers down the edge of the waxy brown fabric as I studied the next rune. “I’m around ninety percent certain that those markings have been made on skin. Likely the hide of some murdered Fae in their shifted form.” I yanked my hand away from the waxy fabric with a cry of disgust and turned to him in horror. “Why would you think that?” I hissed.
