Carina stared into her mirror and swore the vilest curses that she knew extremely quietly. Ever since that last night she'd spent with him her markings had been shifting, braiding and twining around her wrists and the base of her throat. There was no way that she was gaining bracelets and a collar, there was no way that her markings would betray her that way. She was ill, that was why her markings were shifting. She would go to the Heart and request healing. But she wanted no one to know that her marks were dancing sinuously under her skin, she didn't feel ill and the pain from being cut had vanished when she was healed by the Heart upon her return to the house.
Stefan was still furious and had forbidden her from leaving the house except to answer the summons of the council when she would
