My wrist burned. I pressed my palm against it as I moved down the hallway, trying to make sense of what was happening. The pain started right after Kael said his last words. The people who know what you are. What even was I?
I glanced down. The crescent mark—something I’d had all my life—looked different now. The thin silver line gleamed, brighter than usual. I stopped.
What is happening?
The mark pulsed. Once. Then again. Suddenly, it began to glow. I stared at it, confused. Sure, I’d seen this mark on my skin since I was a kid, but it never acted like this.
I reached out and touched it. Heat flashed through my fingers. I gasped.
“Elara?”
My hand dropped, hiding my wrist with my sleeve. Kael stood at the end of the hallway, staring.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to sou
