Chapter 57 THE SECOND MARK BENEATH MY SKIN

It burned like a line of molten wire under my hand.

I hissed and nearly jerked away from the table, but Ronan caught my wrist before I could. His fingers wrapped around my forearm, warm and steady, while all of us watched the faint gold beneath my skin twist and lengthen.

"It is growing," the Quee...

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