The silence in the room buzzed louder than any noise Kael could remember. He lay back against the bedding, breath steady, but heart restless. The cold light of morning spilled through the window, falling across his bare chest.
He pulled the sheets aside and stared at his skin.
Smooth.
Unmarked.
There was nothing.
No sigil. No brand. Not even a hint of the burn that had pulsed only days ago. As if it had never existed at all.
His brow furrowed. He pressed his palm to the place over his heart, remembering the way it had glowed faintly... the whispers that came with it... the presence watching him from behind his own eyes. Felt too real to be a dream.
Gone.
But not forgotten.
Lyria's voice was a gentle breath beside him. "You're looking for it, aren't you?...the pulse on ur side?"
He glanced up, startled.
