Sapphire's POV
The silver light fades, but the mark remains.
I stare at my reflection in the dark glass of the window, my breath catching in my throat. Three marks now adorn my chest—two from the twins, intertwined like vines, and beneath them, a third. It's shaped like a crescent moon cradling a star, glowing faintly even in the darkness.
"What are you?" I whisper, pressing my fingers against it.
The mark pulses warm beneath my touch, and a voice—not Wendy's, something older, deeper—echoes in my mind.
You are the beginning and the end. The bridge between worlds. The queen who was promised.
I stumble back, my heart hammering. "Get out of my head."
I am not in your head. I am in your blood. I am what you were always meant to be.
"Stop."
The voice fades, but the warmth remains. I cl
