Delilah’s Pov
At first, I thought I was dreaming.
The faint, golden shimmer reflecting off the mirror couldn’t be real, not on my skin, not me. But when I turned around and caught sight of my back through the mirror again, the light was brighter, pulsing like a heartbeat.
“What the hell…” I whispered, twisting my shoulder to see it clearer. The mark had always been there, a strange, barely visible scar that I thought was just birth-related, nothing important. But now it was glowing, alive, breathing.
I rubbed my palm over it and it felt warm, almost burning.
“Why are you doing this?” I whispered to my own reflection, panic beginning to rise.
The air in the room grew heavier. My breath came out shaky, uneven. And before I could think twice, the door burst open.
“Delilah!”
I flinched
