The sun is going down too fast for my liking. I pull my hair into a tight bun and wear my boots.
I can hear my mind rattling with a million and one questions on how to survive an entire day of torture.
It feels as if I have been shoved back to my old life. This girl is not ready yet.
“I didn't know you had a tattoo.” I hear Melanie say and I turn to look at her.
“I don't have a tattoo.” I say to her
“At the back of your neck.” She says with a small frown.
“Oh…”
“This is not a tattoo… It's the King's seal.” Haleem says wide eyed.
I shrug.
“No way, it's been ages since anyone ever received a King's seal.” Melanie says, running her finger over the skin of my neck.
I tighten my grip on the shoelace and tie it into a knot.
My mind is on the hunt that is beginning tonight. I
