She turned slightly, as though sensing someone was behind her, but she stopped and shook her head as though to rid her mind of whatever thoughts unsettled her. Yoa began to step closer, needing to feeling huge compared to the woman whose face he still could not see. The dim lighting beyond her outlined the shape of her chin and jaw, but something else caught his attention.
Below her left collarbone, a mark shimmered faintly. But when he squinted and leaned his head to the side to get a better view of it, the mark dissipated like smoke on the wind. The gold specks whooshed away into the air and the few stars he could see here, twinkled, as though they were giggling at him.
His chest clenched. What did this mean?
