Chapter Four
Sarah glanced at him quickly, like a moth dancing in and out of a flame. “I just met him a few hours ago.”
Luke’s hands sought the buttons on his white Oxford shirt. In a few quick flicks of his fingers he’d removed it, then tugged at his white undershirt until he pulled it over his head.
Tim stared. Sure, the guy was in decent shape, but that wasn’t what drew his eyes. The real reason Luke had disrobed was clearly on display. There, over his left pec, right above his heart, was a Mark exactly like the one Sarah had on her neck, the same symbol he now had on his. His Mark chose that moment to flare up and tingle like an army of tiny popsicles were racing under his skin on toothpick legs.
The Mark on Luke’s chest shocked him. The overload of new feelings in his long-numbed-
