Chapter 9 “When The Guardian Is Called” Part One
- Kieran P.O.V
- For a long moment, I just stared at my arm.
- The mark pulsed faintly beneath my skin, silver light beating in time with my heart, a crescent, whole and unbroken, shimmering as if alive. It hadn’t faded with waking like the dust on the pedestal. It hadn’t vanished like all the other dream fragments that slipped through my fingers.