Mira's POV
I found Rowan in the study that evening, sleeves rolled up against the day's lingering heat, and it was only when he reached for a report on the far side of his desk that I saw it.
A faint silver line, curving along the inside of his forearm.
I went very still.
"Rowan."
He glanced up, following my gaze down to his own arm, and something in his expression shifted immediately, caught, the particular stillness of someone who'd been hoping to keep something hidden a little longer.
"It's nothing," he said, already reaching to pull his sleeve back down.
"That is very clearly not, nothing." I crossed the room before he could finish the gesture, catching his wrist gently, turning it toward the lamplight to see properly. The mark curved delicate and unmistakable against his skin,
