Stephanie's POV:
I rolled up my sleeve, staring at my wrist. The mark was completely gone. Maybe Nicholas was right—maybe it was nothing. I was probably just reading too much into their reactions.
Sighing, I fondled the bangle around my wrist. I hadn’t taken it off since returning from the human realm. I couldn’t afford to lose control again, not after what happened last time. Hurting innocent people was something I never wanted to experience again. My mother’s warnings replayed in my mind. Everything she told me was true. I had no choice but to live with it.
And I would make sure to live well.
I’d always been good at adapting to new environments. This wouldn’t be any different. After all, I wasn’t an outsider—I was one of them. My kind.
I was done sulking. Crying over my mother wa
