Xyana~
I stare at my neck one more time. Then I trace the hook of the necklace, unhooked it and dropped it on the empty makeup receiver I found beside the mirror before stepping away from the mirror.
Everything in me tells me the necklace and symbol on my wrist has nothing to do with Declan or Dion. Then who? I have no idea.
I don't want Adina to start looking at me strangely. She must have noticed that the wound on my wrist is now looking completely healed. But she doesn't say a word about it. And I don't talk about it either.
Marching over to my bed, I grab the mug and sit back down. Adina is standing beside me as usual, waiting for the cup. I've fought her way too much about her usually waiting on me. But I've never won any of the fights. So, I've learned to pick my battles wisely
