Staring out the window, I watch for any signs of life next door. It's so dark out tonight, not even a glimmer of a moon. The lights are on all over Caius's house, but no one is in there, at least not that I can see. My heart aches for Caius. Angela's magic potion proved to be pointless, and Clive has been standoffish since my fainting spell at Caius's a week ago. Caius isn't in his room, hasn't been since that day. I'm sure knowing that he was just next door to me made him sick enough to just leave. This random mark on my wrist has grown to be more defined, looking like a tattooed symbol. "Hey," Clive says as he joins me in his room. "What are you doing in here?" I look down, too ashamed to tell the truth. "It's getting worse," I sigh out, and then the bed shifts as he sits down beside me.
