Chloe’s p.o.v.
I forced myself to smile as the castle staff adjusted the folds of my ceremonial gown, their hands moving quickly, yet their voices hushed. It was as if they feared speaking too loudly in my presence as if they feared me.
I ignored the weight of their stares, just as I ignored the murmurs in the halls, the whispers behind my back. Let them talk, let them believe whatever they want. My father had made his decision—soon, he would announce my engagement soon, and I had told myself that I’d have to focus on that and the preparation, not the vision of the burning mark on my skin and definitely not Dylan.
However, turns out my body had other plans.
Suddenly, a sharp, searing heat flared at the base of my wrist, right where this mark had been since the very first I was made to
