The room remained quiet long after Rosalind's words faded.
Your blood has claimed you as both.
Catalina couldn't take her eyes off the mark.
The silver-blue lines had stopped moving now, resting beneath her skin as though they'd always belonged there. The pain was gone, replaced by a faint warmth that pulsed in time with her heartbeat. Every few seconds she found herself tracing the edge of one wing with her fingertips, half expecting it to disappear.
It never did. She looked up slowly. Mary was watching her. Not the mark. Her. Tears shimmered quietly in her grandmother's eyes, though a small smile softened the worry etched across her face.
Catalina crossed the room before she realized she'd stood.
"You're awake."
The words came out as little more than a whisper.
Mary reached for h
