Chapter TenWhen Kiera awoke the next morning she immediately checked her left forearm. The symbol was still there, even more vivid in the dawn light. She thought about going back to sleep and then checking again. Perhaps, if she kept doing that, eventually she would wake up and the mark would be gone. She sat up in bed and traced the black lines with her right hand. If it didn't scare the hell out of her she could've seen the beauty in it. There was an elegancy in the way the lines flowed gracefully to form the strange, possibly Celtic symbol. One thing was for sure, there were worse things she could have been mysteriously branded with.
She had spent the evening scouring the internet for answers to what had happened to her. As far as she could see these episodes weren't common. She couldn
