MEADOW'S POV.
The room remained quiet as Martina finished arranging the items she had brought. Small glass bottles. Dried herbs. Strange symbols carved into pieces of stone.
Once everything was in place, Martina stood and looked toward Killian.
"Please sit."
Killian moved without argument.
Martina stepped behind him and carefully pushed aside the collar of his shirt.
The mark immediately came into view.
For a moment, Martina simply studied it.
Then she placed two fingers lightly against the skin.
Her eyes closed.
The room remained silent.
Seconds passed.
Then Martina began whispering something under her breath.
A language I didn't recognize.
The air in the room shifted slightly.
The symbols on the table glowed faintly.
My headache suddenly pulsed harder, and I winced.
Penn
