36Alex sat in front of her dresser mirror, pushing her hair away from her forehead. She lightly touched the scar-like mark left behind on her forehead. It was always warm to the touch; never in a feverish way, but more like comforting warmth. The placement was too coincidental to ignore, still remembering the feel of Saratanya’s lips upon her brow while she lingered in the limbo between life and death.
“You know, if you keep touching it, you’re only going to make it worse.”
Treyan was leaning in the door of the bedroom, handsome as always.
She glared at his reflection in the mirror and returned her attention to inspecting the scar.
“It’s not going away.” She rubbed at it again.
“It probably won’t, if the story you told me is true enough.”
She turned her eyes back to him. “Oh yes, b
