When the tears finally slowed, I pulled back slowly, not eting his eyes. My cheeks burned in embarrassnt, and I looked away.
"It was just a dream," I muttered, even though I knew deep down it wasn’t.
Damon stood up without a word. "I’ll give you a mont," he said, then walked out of the room and quietly closed the door behind him.
I sat there on the couch, my body still trembling a little. ’Like seriously, he just walked away like that? Is he a ghost or sothing? Isn’t he supposed to make sure I am feeling better?’
My thoughts were spinning, but one thing was clear: that dream wasn’t just a dream. It felt so vivid and heart-wrenching. The white wolf... I couldn’t help but wonder who it was, but he looked exactly like Damon in his wolf form.
I sighed. This must be my mind playing gas with . I leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling with tired eyes.
I knew Damon had always kept close for reasons I didn’t fully trust. But tonight, his presence had been the only thing keeping together, though it was just for a short while. And as much as I hated to admit it, part of had felt safe in his arms.
Thinking back, things have been happening—things I couldn’t explain—like the mysterious lady, the blue shimring portal, the butterflies and flowers, and the strange mark on my back.
’I haven’t seen the mark yet.’
I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. Opening the door was a little problem for my mummified hands, but I managed to. When I got inside, I walked to the front of the vanity mirror. I stared at my face... my face. My mummified hand faintly traced along my jawline. How much I had changed. I was really gone—my face, my identity were totally gone.
My eyes softened with sadness. I bet my parents would be done with my funeral now. I smiled, but it didn’t reach my eyes.
’Okay, enough of that. Let’s check what this marking is all about.’
I tried to pull my gown; passing a cal head through the eye of a needle might be simpler than using a mummified hand to undress.
I sighed after nurous tries. Finally, I was able to take the clothes off. ’Guess passing a cal through the eye of a needle is more impossible.’
My full body reflected in the mirror. I could see my bones accumulating so flesh. I was getting fatter. I smiled at the little curve forming on my body. I turned around to see the mark on my lower left shoulder.
It was a little difficult to see the marking, as I had to crane my neck back. However, I managed to catch a glimpse of it. It was red, with the shape of a moon... no, it was the shape of a wolf head.
’Wait, isn’t that the sa shape as Damon’s precious locket?’ My heart stuttered in my chest. I moved closer to the mirror, but I still couldn’t see it properly.
In my panic to see if I was right about the marking, the sight of a hand mirror appeared from the corner of my eyes. I rushed to grab it, and I returned back to the front of the big mirror. I backed it, raising the hand mirror to see what was reflecting on it.
The shattering of the hand mirror echoed through the room. Its shards pierced through my legs, but I didn’t have ti to react to the pain that stung. My body shook from confusion and fear. ’What is happening to ?’ I stumbled back into the wall.
My ragged breath filled the air. Tears stread down my cheeks. ’Why do I have the shape of Damon’s locket on my back... why?’ I covered my lips to stop my crying sound.
’Will he kill or torture for this?’
"You must not let anyone see the mark, especially Damon." The mysterious lady’s words echoed in my head like rippling water.
’So this was the reason. Oh my God, what should I do now?’
’Stop panicking, Ember. Maybe he might co to treat you better if he sees the mark on you,’ the other part of my mind said.
I shook my head. Damon didn’t look like soone who would believe the mark was a natural one. He would suspect of trying to get his favour and attention. He would despise . That psychopath is not ready to move on from whatever mories that locket holds.
"He must not see this," I muttered.
Suddenly, the door flew open, revealing Damon standing at the entrance of the door. His cold eyes fixated on as if he had just caught stealing from him.
My heart pounded heavily against my chest. I stood frozen like a statue, blood draining out of my face. The person I wanted to hide from right now was standing in front of .
Damon’s gaze swept over for a second longer than necessary before moving to the ground, full of pieces of shattered mirror. Then his gaze returned back to , before moving to my lower area.
’I’m dead, if he sees my mark. I’m fucking good as dead.’
He moved, his foot crossing the threshold, stepping into the bathroom. My eyes widened in horror, my lips parted to shout in protest, but nothing ca out except my ragged breath.
He slowly walked towards , his eyes did not leave for a second. "Ember..." he drawled, my na rolled out perfectly out of his tongue. "What is happening here?"
But no words ca out of my mouth. I pressed my back against the cold wall. Its chillness was the only hope I had that he could not see the mark—that it was completely hidden from him... but I wonder for how long.
"You are hurt." His eyes trailed to my feet, before they slowly travelled up my body, resting on my chest region.
I followed his line of sight, and that was when realization hit like a freight train.
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