Elijah leaves after twenty minutes, alleging he has guardian business to tend to. He assures me he will let me know if he comes across anything that can provide answers.
I hope he makes better progress in finding information about the mark on my neck than I have so far. With each ticking minute, and another page later, I tell myself it will be the last, and I’ll come back again tomorrow.
However, there’s a dark, nagging feeling trapped inside my chest, and no matter how much I try to ignore it, it’s not going away. I can’t stop thinking about the conversation I’ve had with my new friends. Or what I’ve read on Mrs. Humphrey’s wall about absorbing the energy of the one who marks you.
What if I become evil? Is this why my mark is different?
If I wasn’t mulling over the unusual tattoo stuc
