BRIANNA'S POV
The first rays of sunlight poured into my room the next morning. For a moment, everything felt normal. I felt calm and safe but then the pain in my neck flared, and I remembered.
The mark.
I sat up slowly. My fingers brushed the cursed mark Seraphine had carved into my skin at my back. It still burned, faintly. Like it was alive. Like it was watching me.
"Bri?" Trevor's voice was soft as he entered the room, followed closely by Kevin and Anthony. Their expressions were tight with worry, and I knew they hadn't slept much either.
"We're trying again," Trevor said, sitting on the edge of the bed. His hand found mine. "We have to. We have to get it off."
They’ve been trying to get the mark off me for days but nothing has been working.
"We'll figure it out," Kevin added. "
