CHAPTER 42: THE SECOND MARK
HAZEL'S POV
The mark didn't hurt anymore. That was the first problem.
It had hurt for days after Caleb put it there — a constant, low-level sting that I had found almost comforting because it gave me something concrete to be angry about. Something to point at and say *this, this right here, this is what was done to me without my consent.* But the sting had faded, and what replaced it was worse. Not pain. Awareness.
I could feel him.
