EVELARA
The bathroom lights flickered once above me as I rinsed the blood from my wrist. The water turned pink, then clear again, swirling down the drain as if it carried my last thread of sanity with it.
For a moment, I saw it— that faint shimmer beneath my skin. A mark shaped like a half-moon and a flicker of flame.
I blinked, confused and surprised at the same time.
It pulsed once, like something alive. Then as the water poured over it, the glow faded… slow and reluctant, like it didn’t want to leave me. But, it disappeared slowly, and when it finally did, only a faint ache remained, like a hit that pulsed too faintly.
I stared at my wrist, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Maybe I imagined it,” I whispered, unsure.
‘Are you sure?’ Dravara whispered back, she didn
