“They can’t see it,” Rome said immediately, rising to his feet with me still in his arms.
“They will try,” Jenne said. “You know how they are. Especially now that the borders are under attack again.”
I pushed weakly against Rome’s chest. “Put me down. I can walk.”
“No offense,” he muttered, “but you look like you just fought a war and barely survived it.”
“Felt like it,” I whispered.
Still, he set me down carefully, his hand lingering at my back to steady me.
As we made our way out of the room, Quinn moved to walk beside me, his expression tight.
“What did you see, Kyla? When the mark activated?”
I hesitated. My mind flashed back to the vision—the hallway of flames, my younger self glowing with white fire, the dagger in the shadow’s hand.
And something else.
Right before I came b
