Sovia’s POV
“Ahhh!”
A loud scream tore from my throat as something that felt like a knife plunged into my skin.
Lydia jolted, her voice filled with alarm when I clenched my arm.
“Sovia!” She jerked me once. Then twice. “What is going on? Are you okay? Talk to me.”
The pain bloomed even more, like a pull drawing me in. It crept slowly.
Heat fanned the burner at the top of my ear. If my mother was nearby, I might have assumed this was her doing.
But this pain was nothing like hers. It didn’t just cut. It stung… hard.
Lydia pulled me in, taking my arm, and that was when I noticed the carvings. I looked closely and realised it was more like digits.
Lydia brushed her thumb over the spot, staring at me with concern. “Are you okay? There’s nothing here.”
“You can’t see it.”
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