Ashran’s POV
I spent the rest of the day obsessing over the mark.
Trying to draw it out on paper. Those silver lines, the pattern, the way they’d seemed to shimmer against her skin like living magic.
But every time I tried to recreate it, something was wrong. It was either the line was too thick here, or the entire shape was wrong.
My memory kept slipping, the details blurring together until I wanted to punch something.
I sat in my usual spot in the tower, surrounded by crumpled papers, drawing it over and over again before throwing each attempt away in frustration.
I wish I could tell my brothers about it. Show them what I’d seen. And gwt their input on what it could mean.
But telling them would mean admitting I’d seen our mate naked. Alone. In her room.
Alex would never let me li
