I wanted to ask what the hell was going on, but unfortunately, I knew exactly what had happened. The searing pain, the darkness—it was the mark. The one left by that damned witch. Even if I could explain, how could I possibly put it into words?
That the mark, born of dark magic, was taking over, forcing me to be something I wasn’t meant to be? How could I tell them that the pain wasn’t just physical but something deeper, tied to the very essence of what I had become? Worse, how could I explain this without them thinking I’d lost my mind?
Dominico hovered close, concern etched deep into his features. "Just a minute, darling," he said softly. "The doctor will be here soon." His voice was warm, tender even, but the word doctor sent a wave of panic through me.
A doctor? No, that would only
