DESI
“His Claiming?" Knowles asked without any preamble. He stared at Michael, but I knew he spoke to me.
“Fading - do you think it will go away?"
He glanced my way, then pushed to the front, leaning down to look more closely at the mark on Michael's face. I slipped out of the chair and stepped back without question. I probably shouldn't have been there anyway.
“He's warm - what did you do?" He turned on me and I felt a momentary flash of irritation. Why does everyone keep asking me that?
“I didn't do anything." My guilt - because I'd done everything; I'd done it all - flared in my heart like a beacon.
I opened my mouth again, then snapped it shut. There would never be enough words to excuse all I had done.
“She put this on him." Miri picked up the pendant and held it to the light.
