Marked As Theirs
Chapter 33
Cecilia Whitlock's POV
There was a time I thought power came from being chosen by someone. Especially by a man—Adnam. Or by my mother, or even fate.
But now, I know better.
Power came from ‘taking.’
So I did.
I took the rage that brewed in my chest, the slow-burn humiliation of seeing Veronica around what used to be mine.
Screams from the cafeteria reached my ears where I stood at the rooftop across it. They fled in different directions.
I adjusted my right leg placed on the pavement, as the cold wind combed through my hair like fingers.
The boy….or should I say, the possessed boy—was losing it.
Allard Hadley.
Poor thing.
Someone had released him from the last veil and I knew I had an opportunity.
No, I wasn’t the one who broke the seal. I was
