SERENA'S POV
I woke up thinking about my wrist. I had spent most of the night trying to convince myself that what happened during training wasn't as frightening as it had felt.
It didn't work. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that faint glow beneath my skin. I could still feel the heat spreading through my wrist, followed by that strange pull in my chest. And the worst part was that Declan had looked more frightened than I had.
I sat up and looked at the mark. It looked completely normal now. Just the same strange shape I'd had since I was born. I rubbed my thumb over it. Nothing happened.
"Of course," I muttered. "Because apparently my body only wants to do interesting things when there's someone around to panic about it."
I got dressed and left the room. I wasn't looking for any
